The music of one’s love is deaf and dumb

Curiously, I once heard music where there was none! this I perceived when -two deaf and dumb, young lovers were caught-up in an all embracing kiss. After which they spoke in sign,

The garden

The garden is a living cell A Monet' of color And still reflexion! It's life is moving But still like the sun, Forever in dusk or dawn: A theater of hearts Beating as one

An accommodating beggar

I live in a cardboard box On my hands and knees, It isn’t much; but I’m, easily, pleased. Pay a denomination, If it pleases, you! Have some faith, Have some mercy,

The secret

There is a story. It has been kept secret since first it was written. Nobody knows of its existence, and yet, it has yet to be locked away or hidden.

Baba Yaga A Russian Sonnet

Baba Yaga is a witch from Russian folklore. If you don't know a Russian sonnet format you can google one

Mmmm

She looked astounded as laughter exploded around her.

Satis Re-Visited

In praise of Dickens

Shrinking Violent.

I thought I'd do some navel gazing as it seems to be in vogue... but I didn't quite pull it off.

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