Autumn Zen

Good Evening Everyone! I hope everyone has been enjoying their weekend so far. I spent another day at the Portland Japanese Garden to see the fall foliage and changing of the leaves. This is a follow up post of the one… Read More ›


Sunday Zen

Happy Blessed Sunday! This poet loves writing poetry, but sometimes I need to escape the confines of four walls and a computer and fill the lungs with fresh air, and soak in the beauty of this gorgeous part of the… Read More ›

Recent Posts

  • Awakening


    Aye! Thou art welcome, Spring’s delicious waking! Winter kneels before you, gasping its last breath Meeker still, ever nigh; surrenders to warmer day Budding tree yawns; the robin sings o’er and o’er Neath sunny rays; sound of bees. These. Oh… Read More ›

  • Savant


    Captive clouds inspired da Vinci, myriad hues; opaque shadow light on a ceiling of time frozen skies in crushed crystal constellations luminescent angel wings; ethereal breathed through smudges of paint brilliant mind, codifying machine visionary masterpiece of a savant. ©… Read More ›

  • Hung To Dry


    That place — where good hearts and senses are slapped in the face like phantom laundry in the wind; there are surely better places to be. © Roxi St. Clair

  • Shard Of Heaven


    You are but a tiny shard of pure heaven — darting, dodging, weaving the breeze, hovering amid the swooning blossoms. Watch as they lift their skirts at your arrival, so you may sip their sweet nectar — and in gentle… Read More ›

  • Potter’s Wheel


    Wreath of thorns forehead burning with heavy heart in crimson hands clay is spinning on potters wheel sacred sculpting in tears conceal sacrifice of man. © Roxi St. Clair

  • The Ties That Bind


    We wrap our poetry around your hearts, welcoming you into our world; a union binding us closely. © Roxi St. Clair

  • The Shore


    At eventide, ebb and flow like reunion and farewell, sea’s broad bosom soothes restlessness of the sand. A quenching, rolling wave brings seaglass and shell from depths; gift of love to the beloved, the shore. © Roxi St. Clair

  • Mask


    They grimace behind their mask — amalgamated, inseparable, like serpents unable to shed their skin. Narcissists — egos rage like a tempest, cold as carp without eyelids; their soul pickled and embalmed in venom, barren, ascending pinnacles of their heart…. Read More ›

  • Sacrament


    Each day, I drink my wine and break the bread of life — and realize some things of this world are indigestible. © Roxi St. Clair

  • Puzzle


    Beginnings from endings, this from that, a thousand pieces or just one — assemble me gently with your good intentions, until my puzzle is done. © Roxi St. Clair

  • Fountainhead


    Language is like an embryo letters slowly develop words turn to verse and then is gasped like an infant’s first breath of air — poetry is born. © Roxi St. Clair   Fountainhead | foun·tain·head (noun) – An original source… Read More ›

  • Moth


    Shadow clad powder hued phosphor of frail wings beguiled by fluorescent glassed orb rising heat igniting it. © Roxi St. Clair


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