Clover Field, by Donna Matthews

It’s Saturday morning. My favorite morning today. I love all the mornings but Saturday is a wee bit special with her wide open arms of nothingness. Nothing expected. Nothing due. Nothing required of me. She just wants to hang out and let our feet wander where they will. wind cold on my face spring not …

SHE HAD A SHY TONGUE

By Charles Robert Lindholm She had a shy tongue before she met him she was young, but not a child unaware of lust and loving back before becoming wild, and free   She learned her lessons skillfully she learned them all by heart and it didn't take her long to become a master of the …

Poem: Free Verse – “Wildfire” #amwritingpoetry #godoggocafe

Credit: Toa Heftiba via Unsplash. I am a wildfire, A star that effervesces and multiplies; Miracle of light. Seeking love despite, for my innate wildness. I am a wildfire, And untamed with light despite, Treacherous treks through crumbling peaks, Shadows of the dimmest valley's bleak. Glowing through the vast unbroken wilderness. I am a wildfire, …

CAVORTING WITH FOOLS

By Charles Robert Lindholm  Cavorting with fools like me can be risky for your future  some of me may rub off on you  and taint your soul with daydreams and "what ifs"  Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved Inspired by Linda Lee Lyberg's #Tanka - Freed - and the word"cavorting"