Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

I had the honor and delight of being one of the hosts this morning for our church's annual women's Christmas brunch! (Faces blurred ...

The will of want can be a taunting whisper that distracts And tugs us from the purpose of The Call The will of God invites u...

The noise has died away as daylight seeks its rest The child forsakes his play, the bird returns to nest As we slow down our...

Gone, gone, the laughing leaf of auburn fall Bronze timbrel tucked into white solitude The crinkled creek, a placid, polished...

Maybe it’s the hush as it traces dappled spaces Dripping from lofty and bare-naked limb Or the meekness of nonchalant hemlock...

Sweet, sweet the still Of fall’s repose The dormant season Of the rose Where drifting dirge In memory flows Across ea...

What is that song you play tonight? It rolls across the cobalt eve Where finger-tips of silver-white Strum branches aching ...

Oh night, you do not shape the silence Like the quiet of the day When the harvest is all gathered And the vesper dies away ...

Once more the daylight fades away With darkness overtaken The canvas where we gently lay Our dreams until we waken The hi...

My darling, tender, timeless troubadour You come to me when deepened skies are still No violin, no flute and no guitar To sooth...

Of things too near and dear to me It seems I cannot speak Or breathe its form in inept verbal art I tremble, for the pen I hold Is powe...

The Music in It Prompt: Silence To commune with silence is blissful fellowship in proper balance But oh, the oceans that s...

The rain has ceased its miniature applause Night’s hush is amplified in silver mist Its scarf concealing blatant noon-day flaws Intimidatin...

As the winter rains wash the world Theirs crumbles Silence is a long and painful good-bye In veiled shambles Soft as a baby's breathing ...

Tonight I’ll let it envelope me With its pleasure and its pain I’ll let its blue wash over me Like a sudden summer rain Tonight it...

There is a certain time of night Somewhere twixt twelve and two When the pastureland is white Gleaming with moonlit dew When starlight...

This is my quiet time of day My time to read and think and pray While midnight draws its dewy shroud Where moonlight traces silver cloud Whi...

Daringly arranged in whispers of ink then splashed upon a page to leap over an invisible brink that some call cyber-space Released int...

I step outside Hugging the warmth Inside my robe closer to me But I must feel you Without the barrier of glass between……. .Us The night air ...

It’s a stirring within dead stillness Silence without a name Evoking an urgent longing To press it from whence it came An ambience of expect...