She was lovely and lonely
Her copper-red belly stood out on a gray rainy day with patches of blue
She seemed to be listening to other birds' chirps and squirrel noises
She hopped on just taking everything in
Lovely company
Hello Robin

C@rainbowchaser2024

Fling wide the curtains
kettle on and set the table
open the door in welcome
spring is just around the corner
she apologises for being late
winter kept her talking

the winter's first love was spring,
but they lost each other in the fires of July.

after some time,
they became friends

forever

I've been lost in the arms of this life
It's two wide pillars that ushers you in
Like a lost child finding her mothers chest
Forsaking all the rest
For that one corner of warmth
Shes discovered in the movements of an ever maturing friend
Life is life until it ends...

As we all know, April is “National Poetry Month.”
Last year’s Poetry month, was like a month-long superbowl.
We all enjoyed the fireworks, the rhyming-parades,
live televised poetry jams and interpretive dances (ick).

Speaking about last year, once again, the Academy of American Poets
has asked me to take the month off - for ”the sake of  poets everywhere.”

“Dear Anais
Don’t betray us.
April’s our month to shine.
We’re asking you to confine,
your poetry to the other 11 months,
please listen to us - just this once.
Your poetry isn’t that popular,
and we think your work is subtacular.”

They’d rhymed it, of course.

I was moved.
I mean, if you write my kind of poetry,
It’s a good idea to keep moving,

Happy Poetry Month!

In silence, we write. 
Without feedback, words fall flat. 
Poetry is extinct.

Life's fleeting moments
experiences we hold dear,
but never truly own.

what is existence?
the mountain's life in mine is so very slow,
but even it sees the same, unending horizon as I do.

Worldly things are food
for the mind, feeding desire.
Silence nourishes soul.