#tbt Past Poetry: To a Dying Flower

#tbt Past Poetry: To a Dying Flower

Feb 2006 Dying paragon of beautyWhose color quickly fades to brown:You danced at the height of your youthTo the soft music of the windUntil a crescendo of airClenched down on your delicate throatAnd with a fortissimo breath,Swiftly cut off your swaying dance, Ending...
#tbt Past Poetry: Invading Darkness

#tbt Past Poetry: Invading Darkness

Invading Darkness Nov 2005 I love this poem; what I love most is the sound of these words spoken out loud with the sonnet rhythm. A cave of shade hides in a winter park Tucked away from the moving rush of life, Where blackness reigns and cold cuts like a knife, Where...
#TBT Past Poetry: Rain

#TBT Past Poetry: Rain

Rain April 2004 Rain. The taste, the smell, the feel & essence.   That cold purity of Nature. The freshness that only comes after a storm, The feel of the drops on my skin Flowing down my back, Through my hair, Clinging to my eyelashes. Rain. Drizzle....
#TBT: Past Poetry: More than I can handle

#TBT: Past Poetry: More than I can handle

More than I can Handle Written Oct 2012 “God never gives you more than you can handle” Lie. Complete and utter lie. The more I believe in God, And the more I trust in Him, The more I realize how Horrifically harmful this statement is. I’ve been given More than I can...
#TBT Past Poetry: Here. Now.

#TBT Past Poetry: Here. Now.

Here. Now. Written April 2004 This is not about yesterday. It’s not about the day before, Nor the day before that. It’s not about things that were said Things that weren’t said Things that should have been said Things that couldn’t be said. It’s not about the past....