Angie's DIARY | Online Writing Magazine

Where is Your God?

To save a life, to save a life for just one year -
God was on the run.
From fast poetry – the first three lines as written by Jane Kenyon.

Ladybug

red and quiet blowing wings to tropics and topics of solitaire chess and antique enchantment.

August Moon

Twilight hour is midnight blue power of comets and stars colliding through space and natures pace august moon is blue but true of solitude hours of grace and taste warm beds filled with captivating Gods unique face.

Skin

I will have more skin to taste,

but under the nails remains your winter,

the stale rusty flesh standing

in my mind like a white simulacrum

Streets of the Stockade

Men who delivered coal
complained – about the
strike. . . schools closed,
movie houses, and The Locomotive,
General Electric – having half
their staff –

It was a time when women used
dark brown sugar, and steak
was cheaper than butter.

Los Angeles – a Sonnet

As we live in our coffins of concrete, Blinded by surrounding ivory lights; Woken from drug induced comatose sleep– –by gun-shots in the middle of the night; Breathing an atmosphere of smog, carbon– –and carcinogenic particulates; Deafened by listening to the traffic, And perpetual buzz of clogged freeways. . . We scream to hear the [...]

Winter Sunshine

Wisps of fog cloak the valley. Spider-webs glisten among the tussock. Cold inhibits smell. Early rays sneak across the paddock, consuming darkness. Nothing else moves. A lyre bird’s mimicry sends reverberations of song around his territory. Branches shudder in the awakening bush, dropping crystal tears. Wafts of damp earth and rotting bark rise from dew-soaked [...]

Tigers Eye

How do see out of the tigers eye glowing words whispering through the mind feeling chills from bodies that yearn to earn a diamond in the vast wilderness. By: JoyAnne O’Donnell

Tu (You)

If I had avoided you like a dart bound for my belly and undressing me of any other seed, ah, If I had avoided you. I would be healthy, entire from the thought to the  step. But I wouldn’ t have this thirst for driving you out the love from the den where you bandage [...]

Wings

I love the sound of feathers bright colors with soft smiles elegant with cloud like laughter the skies to angel hugs in June. By: JoyAnne  O’Donnell