Tears Flood the Garden. {Poetry}
This garden of tropical flowers, plants, trees and sunlight, with its fractured shadows dancing on the lanai, comforts me as I grieve.
Browsing Tag:
muse
What Came First, the Muse or the Bemused?
At this moment, I am a muse to three people -- my husband, my girlfriend and my lover. Two of them are musicians and one is a technologist.
Polly and Dolores: Ode to My Inbox.
Obviously, I chose the names for the alliteration. So imagine my stupefaction when I learned Polly means 'great sorrow', as does Dolores.
Pleading Love. {poetry}
Flashing thoughts make you look twice into the distance...
Even your restlessness is my love knocking,
hoping you’ll invite me in.
The Muse, the Poem and the White Goddess.
All the great masters of poetry had a muse. Some found it in love, politics, social consciousness, the rights and wrongs of the world, life.
Touched By The Devil’s Flower.
As I listen to Prince, his voice becomes the beacon calling me home to myself. I am now lost in the ultimate irony: My past is destroying my inability to be fully present right here and now. I am being liberated from and by my yesterday. There is something young, untamed, wild, receptive waking ...
Your Muse Wants You To Really Know Yourself.
To be a writer is to be a lover. You fall in love hard and fast, with the Muse, first and foremost. No other lover gets you the same way, no matter how sweet, how hungry, how satisfying. This is a passionate and lonely life, to be a writer. You wander in and out of light and shadows, and learn ...
My Love. {poetry}
My love is eternal,
flows through the cosmos
with intended direction,
then manifests herself
in each temporal conversation.