The Scribe's Scribbles

Twilight dances I dance at the precipice of reason , Twirl between shadows and light, Ease into arms of the unexpected, To revel in the bala...

Attention Our worlds coalesce From fog of the indistinct To reveal , that which claims our attention May our attention Always be on that li...

 In shimmer of laughter Wrapped childhoods gain warmth, gilt In the the glow of raindrops New found romance, a new found us, meaning In the ...

 Foreign tongue Poetry is a foreign tongue Tracing indecipherable contours On a page Until it bypasses understanding In words To leave sketc...

Mirror mazes Squeezed out emotions Blot paper as words Each a new squiggle In this indecipherable map Called life And we twist into pretzel...

What is , but love ? What clothes us, but love? What unspools into nakedness , but love ? What builds us , but love ? What crumbles ou...

Tapestry I weave myself together From glimmer caught in tiny hands , From warmth of winter sun in honeyed bands, From the coolness of ...