Category: Creative Writing

Prose and Poetry

Viral Spring

In times gone by, we’d take the family car ‘cross rural backroads, farmlands on display, Expanse of nature’s palette, fields afar from madding crowds that often swarmed our days. These days the world has changed; we shy away from bear hugs, kisses, handshakes, social…

The Reawakening

Winter’s veil is ever surely lifting  from top-iced, frozen birdbath in my yard, Crackling, melting, straining wavelets shifting, While finches perch like sentries standing guard. Perhaps it’s spring thawed days for which I long, For balmy breezes wafting o’er my face, To wake once…

Concert Week

This morning, music’s running through my mind, Unending fragments, strains of melodies  that play incessant, just beneath – behind my consciousness, a chorister’s peculiarity. Now full awake, I finally realize, Ahead this week, there lies the rationale, Rehearsals, repetitions, parts revised, For many voices,…

The Pushover

I hardly notice anymore or check His soft-click pitter-patter, at my side, My challenge: “stay” when leaving for a sec, Seems all for naught, he hears “stay near” instead. Or if perchance I move from couch to bed, He pounces up to snuggle in…

America

Blooming outward, scrolls ‘tween swirls embed, Simplicity of form each rounded side, In shades of palest blue and pastel red, Each going its own way yet unified. Symbolic of the majesty it hides beneath its vault, the chambers of our state, Tempestuous tempers, diff’rences…

Convection Perfection

Chocolate chip or double ginger cakes, Oven temps do rise to make them fine, Otherwise these beauties ne’er could flake, though Kitchen stoves of yore might gleam and shine.  I wonder how my grannies did their bakes, Ensuring morsels, chewy, soft, sublime. Official Dogwood…

Uncertainty

Around the wide, wide world this afternoon, ‘neath searing sun and darkening shade, a storm, It gathered, silent, ominous, it loomed, So sudden, interrupting mindless norms. We journeyed on, ignoring what could come, No choice but journey on to foreign shores, With backward glancing,…

Legacy

I’d watch him early mornings, pre-work hours, Examining his plot aside the fence, He’d smile to see the haze of yellow flowers, That patience soon would bear some evidence. I wondered how the psyche of this man, His fingers slaked and bruised with mason’s…

The Bench

There doesn’t seem to be a glimmer, No sun to be seen. It’s hidden high, Hiding Nigh beyond the gathering ominous overcast . My lonely dockside bench Side-casts a looming shadow upon the slaking slats, As if waiting, On guard against the choppy, darkening…

Transformation

Waking up early in New Hope this morning (after a lovely matinee of Mama Mia at Bucks County Playhouse, a wonderful dinner at The Logan Inn, and an evening stroll along Main Street and night cap at Nektar’s) we ventured out for breakfast.  The…

Chaleur d’Amour

Even here,  though out of view as yet, unseen its singular scent  enwraps my  senses; Romantic Irrepressible Unforgettable. Causing me  to pause, to full inhale, as visions of a long ago  invade and deep pervade  my mind; Beautiful Serene Green. A young man  shyly…

Tiny Treasure Trove

Shimmering, shining, strewn upon the shore,   Mollusks wrapped with gem-like stones adorned,      Awaiting to be scooped and swept aloft,         Later; tiny remnant on the shore,            Lovely still, enclosing life no more. Photo…

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