In Death Do We Part (Poetry)
If they’re to call our love a sin Then how can any one of us win? If our union is doomed to fail Let’s throw love to the wind and sail In death do we part just the same As angry mobs have us now do Life’s oft a bitter lonely game Unless one and […]
Speed Limit Ten (Photo)
Emerald Eyes (Poetry)
Emerald eyes, you turned my blue skiesTo black, the ground to scarlet redCut my heartstrings, left me for deadTwice fooled by your vile disguise Emerald eyes, you became my viceSqueezing my skull, crushing my mindUsed to say you were such a findWho knew attraction carried this price In a city so far awayYour emerald eyes […]
Pomeroy Fire Dept. Vintage Fire Truck (Photo)
What Makes Me Come Alive (Poetry)
“What Makes Me Come Alive?” is a poem about always pursuing what makes you happy and fulfilled, no matter what it takes. What will make me come alive?How will I burn ever bright?With this constant overdriveBathing in Creation’s light From nights of innocent blissBlood, sweat, tears, passionate criesThe throes that follow’d tendernessProducts of love’s sweetest […]
I Can Still Hear Echoes (Poetry)
“I Can Still Hear Echoes” is a metered poem that considers how some memories may just be echoes better left forgotten. Can you, do you hear them? In your dreams, do you hear?The echoesOf voices You once knew? Walking throughDull fadedBare landscapes Haunted by The ghosts of Persons you Once so loved Are mem’ries Only echoes?Or do they Still live on? […]
North Washington Fire District, Denver, Colorado, Vintage Fire Truck (Photo)
The Mindless Things
Too many nights I lay awake thinking of mindless pursuits. I’ve many times lamented about the trivial pursuits which have captivated my undivided attention for far too long and often. Sure, who among us isn’t guilty of having diversions that bring us a bit too far from where we’d like to be intellectually at this […]
Into the Backwoods of Maine (Photo)
Photo taken in August 2020.
Captivated (Poetry)
Captivated byThe physics of her swingHer gravityAs we collideThe lines and curvesJuxtaposed byImmutable graceForm and function (c) 2016 Amelia Phoenix Desertsong