Burn
A wildfire in a jar A flame contained but still a hot enough to burn those who get to close
creative ramblings
Category: Poetry/Prose
Summer Nights
By owl and bat by feet of moon and call of cat I ride the breezes of late summer’s kiss.
Snow
the snow falls like my dreams, not clinging to streets or rivers, but tall branches and enveloping trees and bushes.
Wait
Seems I am waiting for the bell to strike somewhere. I can not see where to go next. Although meditating
Phoenix heart
And it is with the heart of a phoenix that I burn, burn, burn. pain is in the ashes, fate
Who am I?
Who am I? I am the Rhododendron’s child, Dogwood’s daughter. My heart beats in time with the cicada’s, my blood
meditation poem
Hands of hope hope of light the light of the soul in song song of breath breath of wonder wonder
Poetry
Why so meek and mild child of the thistle and dragon isles? You were born with a burning heart of
Favorite
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S2CFM4ev-g8] My favorite version of my favorite poem ever. I remember reading it in 6th grade and just being completly
3 things.
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WN-fvGyYwII] Name three things you know she said, a simple request but it struck deep down in my heart, that