What hands are mine to wrought such work, As seen fit to be judged by others? Lines of experience and desire unchanged, Holds fast to this wild world around. Let me make my mark upon the rock, That others may remember my name and deed. To pass beyond a great cosmic veil, And be not … More These Hands
Did you know it was National Boone day?! Cause I just found out. Everyday is national book day for me (and I’m sure it is for you). So now that you and ai both know about this, I have to ask a question: what book or books are you reading? I’m reading Dragon Singer by … More National (USA) Book Day
I wanted to share some fun news I’ve been sitting on for a few months now. About two months ago D. Ellis and TooFullToWrite approached me about submitting some poetry to a poem anthology with the Aurora’s & Blossoms website. I am happy to say that one of my poems was selected and published! I … More Small News is Good News
Pass me a pen and ink that I may write, Before this thought has time to pack and leave. In this moment I can feel each color, Drifting away upon this summer breeze. Let me capture just a bit of it, And illuminate your mind with these words. But wait, the moment has passed, And … More Memory in Magenta
What treasures do we hold within ourselves, While waiting for the heat to come after our blossoms fall? Do we wilt below the heat of our own fears and shame, Or allow ourselves to dry out upon the refiners furnace? What of the fruits of our labor do we bear, Have we planted hope within … More Potential
Mountain strong upon the ground, May we call each other friend. For our hearts beat warm and trusting, Beneath this sky so blue. Sing me ageless melodies, That I may learn of eternity. -M.E. InkOwl
Cry upon the mount with me, That we may water first seeds with our tears. Let us cleanse the pain from our bodies, As we grieve loss and birth of life. Be wrapped in the comfort of an easterly wind, And feel the world turn about us. Rejoice in our mortality, As our bones sing … More Cry Upon the Mount
What lovely gift is this? Nature’s bouquet waiting to be admired. So I, with good will, do pause to still my coursing mind and breathe in a moment. Feeling grounded round the roots of this tree, between its reaching limbs, and upon white pedals of its bloom. -M.E. InkOwl
Give me this bit of earth, That I may grow my hopes and dreams. I do not ask for the world, To be placed selfishly upon my lap. Just a space where I may take root and grow, Beneath heaven and upon rich soil and stone. Let me take a bit of earth, And create … More A Bit of Earth
Come find me where I’ve dated to tread, Beyond the end of each winding road. I have stepped of each carefully laid step, And now venture onto a dirt path. Life contain now stretches on, Begging me to explore. I can no long walk here, Shackled to a story that is no longer my own. … More Come Find Me Where I Tread
