Moments pass, you’re not the same…

“Moments pass, you’re not the same
With wholesome coursing through your veins”
– Rhonda Arnold / Easy Simmer, excerpt

Read/hear/share the complete poem here: Easy Simmer

Photo: John Mullen
Photo: John Mullen

Petals peel open to a bloom…

“Petals peel open to a bloom
Releasing grace into the room”
– Rhonda Arnold / Bath Bloom, excerpt

Read/hear/share the entire poem here: Bath Bloom

Photo: John Mullen
Photo: John Mullen

A cyclical process of trials and glory…

“A cyclical process of trials and glory
Till we too are current caught
En route on our final journey”
– Rhonda Arnold / Fall, excerpt

Read the full poem here: Fall

Photo: John Mullen
Photo: John Mullen

Each apparition clamoring for space…

“Each apparition clamoring for space
Where borders aren’t kept, boundaries erased”
…read/hear/share the complete poem here: Unsettled
– Rhonda Arnold / Unsettled, excerpt

Photo: John Mullen
Photo: John Mullen

On farewell laps to soggy last stops…

“On farewell laps to soggy last stops
plastered to slimy rock sides
or caught in whirlwind door stoop corners”
– Rhonda Arnold / Fall, excerpt

Photo: John Mullen
Photo: John Mullen

With no balm to soothe…

“With no balm to soothe the scission wounds
ever sore to touch”
– Rhonda Arnold / Debridement, excerpt

Photo: John Mullen
Photo: John Mullen

Remembrance Day

POPPIES
Rhonda Arnold

Gallant hearts fell to mud
and now a red spring rising;
ruffles unfurled in unhindered wind
billow a country’s bunting;
blown from fields of yester loss,
dew our tears regretting.

©2013 Rhonda Arnold

Photo: John Mullen
Photo: John Mullen

Was it even Spring or Fall?…

“Was it even Spring or Fall?
Much too long to recall
Details of our nature outing
Just you and I, and our hearts pounding
From nervousness or in a state
Of nature’s majestic peaceful grace”
– Rhonda Arnold / Arboretum Afternoon, excerpt

Read/Hear/Share complete poem here: Aboretum Afternoon

Photo: John Mullen
Photo: John Mullen

Letting time slip by while waiting…

“Letting time slip by while waiting
for the next thing to happen,
an idea, a decision, an occurrence
or nothing at all”
– Rhonda Arnold / Nowhere Place, excerpt

Photo: John Mullen
Photo: John Mullen

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Winter rot finds cadmium yellow…

“Winter rot finds cadmium yellow,
Siphoning color till it cracks”
– Rhonda Arnold / Fall, excerpt

Photo: John Mullen
Photo: John Mullen