….only grow as bright as the light i write.
© Anthony Gorman 2018
Month: December 2018
skin colour becomes irrelevant….
…..to our inherent value when understanding we are all composed of light and dark.
© Anthony Gorman 2018
senseitive
being sensitive to sting ,
i’m softening
patting on cotton gloves
with feathers words
for
now.
to be
the missing man, who
offers gestures, gentled
’til your strength’s
returned for battle
i’ll rattle cruel cage bars
i’ll cherish the slander of your
last ghastly scar-
let me
write you sensitive.
© Anthony Gorman 2018
picture 2 freestock.org
sorry, no time to judge….
….the skeletons in your closet, i’m busy taming mine.
© Anthony Gorman 2018
i’m trying to….
……sweep the dust from my own book shelves before recommending good reads to others.
© Anthony Gorman 2018
photo: https://unsplash.com/@jeztimms
used to bleed rust….
….from poisoned pen. Now firm to compose with true tears of men.
© Anthony Gorman 2018
our thoughts and expressions….
…internal and external have the power to tilt our spirit ladder towards a climb to the clouds or drop into dirt. Be conscious of which way your ladder leans
© Anthony Gorman 2018
Conditions of Tradition (Collaboration with Gwenevere Smith-End)
https://brushedwithmystery.com/
It is with a shy whisper
on liquid winds
We form.
A planetary convergence
brings us here.
Asleep and dreaming
Our becoming
Slowly woven from ancestral cloth,
Blood-baked bones;
Merlot memories.
Tribal tears and
Tender arms.
kindle future flames
© Gwenevere Smith-End and Anthony Gorman 2018
image: pixabay
serpent shelter
timid serpent slides along
curves of fresh, fried
bride
leaving only trace marks
of mercy-
slick scales shingle
slathered outsides-
cotton candy buffers
tender-nest insides
© Anthony Gorman 2018
image: pixabay
a grumpy gift: Way for the Moon (Etheree) — Poetry from the Inkwell
dusk appears in wake of another day’s slow meandering its lengthening shadows consuming the vibrant light as another world’s dreaming night leaves quickly behind the dying light sands through the hour glass make way for the moon © Poetry from the Inkwell 2018
via Make Way for the Moon (Etheree) — Poetry from the Inkwell
