Haiku – Personal Testimony

Disappointment

She stood in his way he thought forty years later … stepped aside away

Resilient Love

Capture stars alone Affections will certainly Remain in promise © Scott F Savage 9/2020

An Amicable Autumn

we would such season address commonality why wait such reason

Nearby stands a soul whole would be a gift drift upon the sea eddy a mystique exists beyond the reach of one humanity instead all speculation water is a splash of wonder cause the eye to fantasize just how important and why and when and how will any of this ever affect my life asContinue reading “Stand With Me”

A Swift Careen

What about this day would cause us a thunderous sway, such simple dismay © Scott F Savage 8/2020

Sweet Muse, Missing Peace

This piece of life once taken for granted continue forward only if we believe. ~In a swift moment beautiful summer sky could snarl fervent unpredictability. ~Much like the love of a woman a naked shoulder invites soft lips become sheltered a caution to memory. ~Much like the love of a woman she does deserve eachContinue reading “Sweet Muse, Missing Peace”

Still Life

every morning when dancing upon this grave his feet keep moving ©️Scott F Savage 8/2020

When Once

Her eyes would shine in an evening moonlight, for the remainder of our lives we might remember forever this night, ours was the beauty of knowing love is right. ~ If I could ever retrace the steps that brought us love, oh to know the course of time, the words, the actions that suggest thisContinue reading “When Once”

Rest My Weary Eyes

I do begin a day with a damp reminder of shedding tears in a dream a night when I might scream, if awake to feel the emotional disorder of my life like a knife cutting through every element as I might breathe, countless days holding hope in an empty sheathe. ~ If for a momentContinue reading “Rest My Weary Eyes”

When Only One

We have hundreds, all of us, many to name, to know to wonder about, and as we in our own days, we wander, we let our thoughts and wonders consume our mind, our liberty to feel seems claustrophic in our own skin, we want scrape the need out of ourselves, so we might live. ~Continue reading “When Only One”