Poetry

Beckoning Trail

The trail beckons. Birdsong resounds.I can’t help it.I’m called to the land.I wouldn’t be me,without the nature.The Earth, oh how good she is.Calls my soul.Tugs my heart like a lover,long lost. The spring is here. The land is mine to traverse.The trail beckons.

Something More

Something More

Something within growls from deep.My belly is full and happy. Yet something fills me with emptiness. Something more.I continuously search. As if lost forever. I can’t find it. Missing from my keys.I search, endlessly. Every moment is a distraction.Something more calls me.Yet I keep searching.I’ve never found this thing.This thing that growls from within.Is it…

Poetry

Poetry For Sunday: Crumbs

What would I do without the bits of daily habits? The coffee-stained mugs and random utencils waiting for their bath in the sink. My sketchpad stares at me. LeRoi Moore and Dave providing the soundtrack. Dull pencils around the random eraser. Creativity is supposed to be endless. But even angels need to rest. I cannot…