Are we not all buds waiting to bloom Our hidden colors wrapped up tight Shielded by a network of nourishing green What works will we wrought with our true hues As seams of what were burst along lines meant to break What love will be had as we live with banners unfurled Each of us … More Are We Not Blooms
Here in this haven you’ll find a summer sun, Warming aged wood beneath growing green. Where young wick of apple tree, Growth thick with light energy. Oh the wisdom this rained here, Now imbued in growing fruit and leaf. Let me rest my back upon solid ground, And partake of such substance as this. Here … More In The Garden
Let me not forget what has been met, Between this heart I bare and the world beyond. I may stand upon a darkened shore, And wonder at ripples dancing with energy unending. I am here to live and breathe, Between this perpetual sky and solid ground. Let me behold the darkness within and beauty beside, … More Come What May
Rebirth- Michael Erickson Rebirth- Michael Erickson — Read on godoggocafe.com/2020/09/20/rebirth-michael-erickson/ A new poem up onGoDogGo Cafe! Check it out!
You’ve tasted the salt upon my lips, And left behind a dash of nutmeg. With electricity and cinnamon my spine does shiver, As I close my eyes and think of you. Your lips were soft and gentle as a sweet pea blossom, And now the cumin upon your lips has lifted my soul. Dash of … More Sweet Pea and Spice
when your edges have become rough and dried out and your roots can find no source of inspiration or joy when taller trees shadow your failing leaves and the ground cracks beneath your woes cry with the rain what wrents to your soul become can only be shown by tears from above let the shining … More Cry With The Rain
Be vivid as a setting sun, Now is not the time to waste hiding who you are. Embrace your colors, Wearing each hue as tight as a loved one. The love we hold within ourselves, Reflects out between our flaws and imperfections. This light
As mountain meet sea, Or heron stalk through a sunset, I miss your hand holding mine. As a breeze moans through willow leaves, Clouds drift beyond our reach, And so were we pull apart. Now we sit at the bottom of a sea, With storms raging into the beyond, Trapped within the sunken hulks of … More Longing Beyond the Sea
Roses of red are often looked upon, As fair messengers of loves deepest moods. Yet nature has produced roses of many hues, Peaches, pastel pinks, shining white, and resident yellow. I myself trust not these sanguine blossoms to depict my love, Give me a rainbow of passion fir for royalty, That you may know of … More A Chosen Rose
Pick a handful of beauty for me, And scatter it across this far reaching sky we live beneath. Listen to the wind whistle between the trees, Knowing I’ll always be there to hold you in my arms. Even though the miles spread wide from here to there, You are in every waking thought and floating … More Every Brilliant Burst
The Ink Owl 