GOLD

I speak of wealth –of golden hearts and golden timeWherever I am is grandeur –golden sunrise, golden grainsgoldenrods, golden shrines I am the magic of August nightswhen fireflies flit aboutIn the gloom of winter nightsI bring hope twinkling from the heights Truly, I am beautyand treasure much desireda desire that need  be reinedas  old KingContinue reading “GOLD”

GENERATIONS (for DVerse Poets)

We rise from the ashes of those who fell before us. Their bones frame our days their blood fire the dreams animating our souls. Look! We wear their dignity and their shame which is it? We hold out our hearts in our hands and look for hands to receive them We whisper our thoughts inContinue reading “GENERATIONS (for DVerse Poets)”