poems

Here's something I wrote a few days ago. Sometimes similarities can soften the space when two souls meet for the very first time. But with too much common ground turmoil ensues, and just like stepping into the shadows of a cave, when we’re worlds apart passion can begin to fade. While...

While basking in the energy of the twenties, I unmask my message — somewhat cleverly. On Facebook and around the world, the words “Happy New Year” are frequently heard. Will this roaring age also be strange, you wonder, with climate extremes continuing to bring change and more thunder? By the...

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – Any – ‘Tis the Seal Despair – An imperial affliction Sent us of the...

There is a meadow in my perfect world where wind dances the branches of a tree, casting leopard spots of light across the face of a pond… The tree stands tall and grand and alone shading the world beneath it. There will come a day when I rest against its spine and look out over a valley where...

Create a poem/song out of a dream can be a fun and alternative way to express a dream in a dreamjournal or for just using dreams as an inspiration source for writing. Sometimes we might have feelings, thought or visions lying latent which we feel not able to grasp or express. Then, using a dream...

“For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning." ― T. S. Eliot Feel free to use this thread to post anything in relation to this new year. 2018 is upon us.

Over on another thread, on the Humor board, Linda posted about a friend with a type of newsletter update for the Christmas period. I had the idea of creating a new thread here for us to share in our own unique creative ways, to portray some of our experiences during December. There are no hard...

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