Myriad colors Gameboard décor in a vault Contained explosion.
Tag: poem
Modern Punch
Violent in days past Modern moderation culls Now he guards cigars.
Releasing a Book
Each book is like a baby, created, born, and attended through rewrites, edits, and proofs. Baby grows into childhood; every new version improving, then adding input from outsiders. Childhood turns into adulthood... I putz with the manuscript until it’s time to let it fly, even if I’m not ready.
Love a Human
Love a human. Love? A human? Love a human! Love, a human.
Gone is Uplifting Song
World Wars, the Depression, and then the Stepford 50’s, hallucinogenic 60’s, dancing 70’s sequins, long hair and heavy metal 80’s, drowning in “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.” What even happened in the 90’s? This new organic, tattooed, techie, video-streaming century produces people still loving and leaving. Babies born addicting. Low self-esteem dominating. Pride raging.… Continue reading Gone is Uplifting Song
Turning Seasons
Cold and dark winter has melted as spring blooms amongst crocus, hyacinth, and daffodils. Excitement fills the air at season's change; yet I'm always ready when the next one comes.
Grateful Moments 17
Sun, glorious sun, your splendor always renews. Revitalize me.
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Winter chills the floor bones ache, joints stiffen, nose runs, fuzzy socks warm hearts.
Dawn Marie Paul 