THE PARAGON JOURNAL BLOG 

December 16, 2018

Long fingers of night reach out for

evening, embracing her with soft

velvet arms. Quietude is her

name, she lives for this moment.

Diamonds dance across the surface

of the water. Rhythmic waves lap at

a gray pebbly beach, as the last rays

of sun are swallowed by the horizon.

A...

September 15, 2017

Life …

It is a puzzle

That we try to put together

Endlessly

We search through the pile

Of various shapes and colors

The events and circumstances of our lives

Trying to find the pieces that fit

Gingerly connecting them together

One by one

Trying over and over again

To make all the...

September 14, 2017

Rain wash down over me

and sing away my tears.

I walk alone on whispers,

fragile as faith confronted.

The tension reaching out,

with languid fingers of longing

grasping at my throat.

Conclusions never complying.

Prayers go unanswered

floating on a sea of doubt.

The litany of lus...

September 13, 2017

The smell of bread baking,

and strong laundry soap,

it clung to her like perfume.

Faced scrubbed clean,

hands red and labor rough,

the smile of an angle.

Patchwork apron tied tight

in a neat bow, always humming

that sweet tune as she did.

No one left to call out her name,

she pr...

September 12, 2017

The shades of dawn

falling like colorful feathers

plucked from the sky.

Sorrow, a distant friend with

sodden shoulder and sturdy

pose, no longer needed.

In hand, a timetable of

misbegotten deeds, to be

dispersed to the four winds.

The song was sung long ago.

The echo still remai...

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