Wake up and Smell the Coffee; Poems, Short stories, Bite-size news- old and new .....Because I Have a Voice!
This is a poem about an unborn poem. It’s been rattling around in my soul for over a week now. I know it’s about faith in place of fear and it involves the Red Sea. ( I’m currently reading the... Continue Reading →
All running amok and some not even our own these unruly thoughts © Vivian Zems The Sunday Muse #130
with wind in her wingsfinding nectar in purposea new creation Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1833 Butterfly
Writing for the Sunday Muse, I’m not sure why these butterflies are in this picture... so my poem reflects my bemusement.😃 Whether uttered in whispers or shouted in dreams The power of our voices is the same when creating a vision... Continue Reading →
If we are to awakenthe dead in spiritthe bruised and numbedthe broken in mindthe quenched of hopeand the dashed of dreams….How many more books will be written?How many new songs will be composed?How many more works of art will be... Continue Reading →
To what do we liken perfection?Could it be clear lines of definitionbordering calibrated colours?What about a stem sprouting seemingly random appendagesand yet a plant without self-image issuesbearing roses without ego ... supported by a self-assured stemand no one to point... Continue Reading →
I'm so excited to announce the release of my latest poetry book. It's definitely not a chapbook- with its 65 poems! The Blurb: This poetry collection is observational and inspirational, challenging the reader to contemplate life, death, passion, and adversity.... Continue Reading →
From this vantage point I guard my garden It’s fence is still secure ....without breach or break and my courage tree is fruiting rather well Those smaller plants that hum and sing to each other are relieved the weeds are... Continue Reading →
I have spoken of these lovers before How enthralled they’ve become with each other How one succumbs to yellowing fade when wallowing in neglect How the other dies - with blood-frozen veins... if it does not hold its mate dear... Continue Reading →
