stormy afternoon haiku
mad libs and laughter
rain crashing against windows
three girls warm and loved
I never needed you to fix me validate me or take care of me. I just needed to be loved cared for respected and held. (Still do.) “Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know…
Tripping over Joy What is the difference Between your experience of Existence And that of a saint? The saint knows That the spiritual path Is a sublime chess game with God And that the Beloved Has just made such a Fantastic Move that the saint is now continually Tripping over Joy And bursting out in…
I’m at the Frye, waitig in the cold sun for J. He’s stuck in traffic. I don’t mind the wait. It’s lovely to let the sun caress my cheek. (A cheek that has known many tears lately.) The floating musical island is playing behind me. The water of the fountains flows, adding it’s own notes…
Song by Kymberlee della Luce That’s me reading this fabulous poem by Shelley. I do not have good sound recording equipment but I wanted to share this anyway. I recorded it for my friend, Duke, who shares my love of poets from antiquity. I love to read poetry aloud for my friends but I don’t…
querida quanta dragon cloud blowing past a harvest moon querida quanta scent lingering on my fingertips after an afternoon dalliance (or two) querida quanta pixelated silhouette of a lover bringing memories of organic encounters querida quanta pashima warming autumn breeze rippling the edges of wondrous memories querida quanta ripples of Love bursting my heart wide…