Red Claudia barred To the Brixton Beat for A haircut and WIG.
Sharp arrows airborne From lake to lake, squawking, Geese seek a landing.
Penable Award Thanks to “Poems from the Heart” for nominating my blog for this amazing award As my readers will attest, my writing strength is poetry. The aim of the Poetry-365.com project is write original daily poetry. Today is the 651st day and the 734th poem. Phew! Really Neat Blog Award Thanks to “A Girl…
Rolling auburn crowns Kiss off the fallen leaves Racing to the ground
The descent from Scarlett Pastel smudged through to azure Tracks Mars in the South
Stoked by the mist, Leaping three feet clear Fighting the hooks free.
Pumpkin pierced Sagging eyes and jagged grin Flickering deep within.
Bronze to blue Statue down at curling change That he can’t do.
Reflex inducing Jaunty Pheasant numbly fumbles from hedge
The Circle – Part IX – Ben, John and Pam. The circle is silent, deep in their trance. John sees the small boat in rough seas again, But, the small details have changed at first glance, And the figure’s a man who looks like Ben. In shock, John is snapped out of his vision And…