How

How can you call yourself a man? How can you call yourself a brother? Your heart is nothing but fossilized remains of others love.

yummy treats

Little happy girls freezing in the cold, hawking wonderful tasty treats.

Writers love

Sweet words caress my mind and fingers; bringing thought and joy to my heart.

Cold night (AROS #14)

Crystal Stars against a dark blue sky,
whole moon reflecting silver light on
Cold , crisp fields of pure white.

Soft Blanker

Soft blanket covering my lawn, as yet pure and undefiled. Kitty sleeping in the window dreaming of frolicking in the pure white blanket.

School days

School Days, school days, these are icy cold days.

Skipping Stones

Smooth Skipping stones and river rocks fill my mind with peace.

A step

Darkness swallows me with sweet thoughts of fantasy.

River of Stones #9

 little snow angel,
snow fairies dance in you hair
my precious princess

River of stones #8

Look at the millions of glittering fairies covering my yard like snow, jumping up to chase my frolicing hounds and give them new white coats.

River of Stones #7

Lady Dreams bids me to lie on the soft snow blanket, she kisses my brow bringing sweet dreams with blessed sleep.

River of Stones # 6

Hearts don't break, they flatten or explode.

River of Stones # 4

Sweet Sleep, why have you forsaken me?

River of Stones # 3

Why do we choose to leave our children behind, pursuing selfish desires?

RIver of Stones Day 2

Bright smile, laugh like a hundred butterflies, my not so little princess.

My new years resolution

M.A. BrothertonI don't usually make New Year's Resolutions, but my friend M.A. Brotherton See this year I am going to try and write at least 1 simple poetic line a day. I am deciding to take part in a project called A River of Stones Check it out, and come back every day to see what my musings become.

Here's my small stone for the day:
resolutions twinkling in my mind like a new star in the sky.