Category: Poetry

  Karen Petersen – Four Poems For My Late Friend, Who I Knew For 52 Years Last night I...

It is the inner flame within, a rapport between me and my surroundings, a mellifluous word or whisper that regales my ears, a tactile thrill, a scent that lingers in my nostrils, the taste of success after so many disappointments, an equilibrium of wills.

We surprise ourselves discovering how much beauty is out there just waiting for us to notice and deem beautiful.

Mileva worked with Albert on the papers that comprised his “miracle year” of groundbreaking theories.

Though you can’t pinpoint what exactly is coming, something within you knows, just knows, it is good.  Surely beauty has a hand in that.