Monthly Archives: November 2009

I will hand deliver you the moon Ship it wrapped in silken hugs Hold your breath, it will happen soon And I will bring you liquid sunshine in jugs For you, my dear, are the world to me. And I … Continue reading →

Note: I’ve indicated the changes in writer with the font changes below. The crown of fire pulled her on She grabbed her stick and moved Her flame tiara was like a dawn Shouting out that she was proved That she … Continue reading →

She was a bride whose soul was shrinking. The magnificent sunset of gold-orange left her feeling flat. She pondered what it was she had been thinking To marry a man who always dressed like that! She chided herself– so petty! … Continue reading →

Collaborative Sonnet Nov. 20, 2009 I watch the hands of the clock go round Touching each number, counting The sound of each tick, tocking a new second found Crouching in memories, of doing this rounding Silver lilies breaking through the … Continue reading →

The Winter Walk The clouds were misty and just out of reach over my head, and there was a ribbon of sand between the snow covered beach and the quiet, slush fringed river. Our dog, returning to her puppy-hood was … Continue reading →

Collective Sonnet November 20th, 2009 The winter branch hides Wings too big to hold I find my heart rides My wings make me bold My song fills my throat My feathers brilliant down I shake my down coat Look toward … Continue reading →

Dancing shadows of leaves grace the windows, The light blinking and waving. Outside the maiden can hear the cows’ bellows, Can see the path, away paving. She touches the doorknob, her hand trembling Heart quick and sputtering. Her feet take … Continue reading →

Of two minds, Rudie was a conundrum. Sweet Blackbird, mama’s boy, played beneath the starlit sky. Hopped along the grassy banks, perched high in the cherry tree, swinging his legs and sending white blossoms down like snow. He was his … Continue reading →

Lost and found, like a box under the desk at the office, full of children’s coats and mittens, all unmatched of course. Like the woman who sists there, her legs tucked under the desk that hides the box. She is … Continue reading →