The river

Where are you going?

.

Rippling waves

Lap against

The worn and

Creaking

Wooden skiff

.

He does not 

Answer my

Question

Extending a hand

.

I know the exact amount

I know the payment required

.

A tarnished silver coin

Cold

Pale eyes

He looks through my soul

.

Where are you going?


I wrote this in response to The Free Revoltions Prompt Challenge! Be sure to check out the theme for Issue 2! Photo by Jack Anstey on Unsplash

Promote a Poet/Writer Thursday, May 6, 2021

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Welcome to Promote a Poet/Writer Thursday! This is the day of the week where all members of the Go Dog Go Café Community are invited to introduce a Poet or Writer they enjoy reading.

Participating is really fast and simple- in the comments below, post the link for the Home Page of the Poet/Writer you are introducing to us and tell us briefly why you think they are special.

We encourage all of you to visit these blogs (or social media pages) and get acquainted with some great new writers. You never know who you might meet. . .

Happy reading!

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For a moment

Lost

Closing my eyes

And breathing

In 

For a moment

I recalled the person,

Place and thing

That I needed to find

.

I have been awake for

Hours

And still have yet

To find a doorway

To enter

.

Ask and receive?

Where is my maker?

The night closes in

And I still have 

Oil burning in

My lamp

.

Blinking and seeing

The place

Where I’ve arrived

And I am not sure

If this

Is where I was meant to

be.


Oh the joys of living and wondering, thinking and being. I have wondered about my life lately and seeming have come up with no answers to my questions. But maybe by asking the questions, I will start to understand the journey. Photo by Ronald Cuyan on Unsplash

My Rose

My rose

Clothly, dire

Draped red sapphires

And I whisper in your ear

Do you taste the velvet

Crushed under my

Finger tips?

.

Resting

Smoothly, delicate

Donned carpet petals

And I see the deep lust

in the every gasp and

breath

.

Crisp and clean

Savory and satisfying

.

I claim 

You

My rose


A forgotten poem I wrote a few months ago. I wan’t originally going to share it but after some time away, I decided to post it. Photo by Biel Morro on Unsplash

Tout le Monde

Tout le monde

Tout le monde

Will hear and see

Your voice

Traveling

To new depths and heights

Mon cherie

.

Parce je t’aime

Tout les choses 

That you represent

New beginnings 

And new endings 

With you

.

Qu’est-ce que tu voudrais?

Your eyes

My hands

On your heart

And I wonder how

Our love will

Bloom

.

Tout le monde

Will see my love

The words

From my lips

And they will 

Understand

.

New beginnings

And new endings

Avec 

mon amour


After a month’s hiatus, I am back! I am more determined than ever to schedule and write this month! This peice is a continuation in language study and playing with ideas and phrases that you cannot find in English. Photo by Stephane Ben8 on Unsplash

Promote Yourself Monday, April 26, 2021

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Promote yourself Mon

Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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Promote Yourself Monday, April 19, 2021

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Promote yourself Mon

Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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Sweet Summer

In a land far away from here

A bright sun shone across the sky

In a place where rivers run clear

I found rest ‘neath the branches high

Babbling brooke and streams that cry

Softly to me, and here I claim

My heart and soul that seem to fly

The sweet summer breeze calls my name

.

Resting in the easy light place

My eyes close and I deeply breathe

Remembering the time and space

For life, loss and the river Lethe

Where I see the faded paths seethe

Into unknown patterns of shame

I see the floating flowered wreaths

The sweet summer breeze calls my name

.

Begin again, reckoning heart

Do not believe the tired lies

That crumble under the green start

Of a bright new day, if the cries

Of the newborn end with sunrise

How can we say there’s one to blame

For even the red robin flies

The sweet summer breeze calls my name

.

While asleep, while awake, I dream

As if my hope was to be tamed

I lift my eyes to the light beam

The sweet summer breeze calls my name


After a LONG while, I finally finished this ballade poem! This poetic form is very beautiful but a bit difficult for my free form poetic ways! I was very happy with how this form challenged me to count and rhyme. Thanks Donna for introducing me to the form! Be sure to check out the orignal post and see how other’s responded to the form! Photo by Sixteen Miles Out on Unsplash

Promote Yourself Monday, April 5, 2021

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Promote yourself Mon

Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

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Throwback Thursday- Swiftly by Liyona

Throwback to March 2020 🙂

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Darling my dreams of

the sea ocean spray

swiftly carried me

your words of adoration.

Almost accidentially

I heard the whispers of

winsome woes,

your love.

If indefinite impossibilites

shall keep caverns

between us,

then I shall patiently

practice pensive

meditation

until we meet.


This poem was wrtten on the last day of March 2020. I think it encapsulates my hope for the spring and everything happening in the world. Thanks for joining me to reminice about the early days of quaratine and what emotions we held. I hope you are well as your life has changed so much from last year. Let’s keep writing and exploring. Photo by Carlos Aguilar on Unsplash

Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college…

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