The Rain By Caryn Moya Block The rain falls so hard it bounces up when it hits the ground. The sound of pounding, like a chorus of drums in my head. Waiting for it to end, I close my eyes and hope sleep will let me escape. Into a dream of sunshine and light, where… Continue reading The Rain – A Poem
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Kisses – A Poem
Kisses By Caryn Moya Block He kisses me with licks of devotion and love. It's a shame he's a dog.
Voices – A Poem
Voices By Caryn Moya Block Ghostly voices stretch between time and space to let us know we are loved.
A Divine Spark – A Poem
A Divine Spark By Caryn Moya Block I am nothing, I am everything. A Divine spark surrounded by sparks of the divine. Until we merge and flow together becoming more.
The Magic of the Written Word – A Poem
The Magic of the Written Word By Caryn Moya Block The magic of the written word is When the words spelled out on the paper transcend the meaning, and take you to a space of Pure Imagination.
Sand – A Poem
Sand - by Caryn Moya Block The surf pounds against the beach, Like your words pound against my heart, Until I too turn to grains of sand.
Spring – A Poem
The month of April is almost gone. I hope you've enjoyed the poems I've shared for National Poetry Month. Spring Winter is tucked into bed, awaiting autumn’s call. While Spring dances to and fro, encouraging buds to bloom and sap to run, birds to sing and creeks to burble. Spring dances until Summer comes to… Continue reading Spring – A Poem
Stuck in Stone – A Poem
“Stuck In Stone” By Caryn Moya Block For decades did we stand My brother and I Upon the site of our eternal rest. Stuck in stone All alone Unable to go home. Day turned into night Night turned into day Until even our names were forgotten. Then one bright morning the children came playing Dancing… Continue reading Stuck in Stone – A Poem
After the Climb – A Poem
After the Climb, A Poem, By Caryn Moya Block You stand on the edge wondering if you will fall. If the dirt beneath your feet will drop away. You’ve climbed the path and you can almost reach the stars. Then you find the trail is not as stable as you thought. You look out at… Continue reading After the Climb – A Poem
Wolves Visit – A Poem
Wolves Visit - A Poem, By Caryn Moya Block The wolves run across my eyelids beckoning me to come and join them. To release the fears holding me still and romp and play in celebration of the day. I reach for them, calling out "wait for me" and they disappear as I open my eyes.
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