Nature Washes Me – A Poem

2010 trip to glacier, yellowstone, crazy horse 099 Nature Washes Me

 by Caryn Moya Block

 

The geese honk at the quacking ducks causing a ruckus down by the river.

Up on the mountain the air whispers a welcome as a woodpecker knocks and a raven caws.

The song birds beg for seeds while the deer walk by and nibble on the grass.

I am so thankful to be here, surrounded and held by nature as she washes me clean, and refills my reservoir of creativity.

Pastel Colors – A Poem

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Pastel Colors

By Caryn Moya Block

 

I like to see the world in pastel colors

Soft and light, they envelope me in a feeling of safety.

Never is there a harsh word or blaring crisis

Only a gentle breeze and soft whispers of delight.

Here is a sanctuary filled with birdsong and pastries

A place to dance with sprites and sing to the moon.

April National Poetry Month – Poem “Words”

Written Word April is National Poetry Month

So I will share some of the poetry I write when I’m not writing paranormal romance.

Here is my first attempt this month: “Words” by Caryn Moya Block

Words,

Expressions from the heart that flow down my arms and drip onto the page,

Like Water Torture they go on and on.

 

The members of my writing group think I should put this on a T-shirt. What do you think?