Mark Gordon, Author
@MarkScabash6
poet, novelist, golfer https://twitter.com/search/from:@MarkScabash6
My poetry collection, A Café Called Orange, published by @FLPress, is now available on Amazon—tinyurl.com/1pypo81p If you have read the book, please post a review. That would be very helpful. Thank you! Gravitas Poetry said "a distinctive, lyrical voice."
i walk on past the hillside spinney to oak that stands by a blackbird dream a welcome in its song #TankaThursday #tanka #poem
my favorite town has a wide main street that leads to the ocean shops with pink awnings and bicycle racks and grand old houses for bed and breakfast a quiet boardwalk with benches for contemplation and horizon viewing and of course the roar of the ocean…
Scented days of summer sunshine blooms your love in my heart
we are two leaves in the wind passing through each others lives never meant to linger finding joy in the ride…
just outside our door with keen eyes and an open heart nature continues to dazzle us my📸
If I know the truth and believe it Where are the truths that I have never known Perhaps before me staring in my face blatant and alive Veiled beyond all sight far from reality dead to perception If this is so, is my truth valid? #poetrycommunity #writers #verse
#TankaThursday Green grasses pearly In the heavy light of day Greenery softens Towards the greyness of clouds Blanket of evergreen 24.7.2024 ©️#AndreaCConnolly #botaiku #mpy #photography by #AndreaCConnolly
Who do I blame? I blame the systems, Sign me up without Permission School me, scare me Into line, rail road me, Happy child Feed me full of Others guilt, Tow the line, Take your pill When it matters You discard, Billion more Where you come from! #moonmystic #poetry #poem
arid landscapes whisper tales of longing amidst the blistering embrace of the desert's core lies a forlorn tomb a curse still etched in every grain of sand a scent like sin clings to my breath seducing life with whispers of death #MadainShaleh #CursedCity #Hegra
jdubqca.com/2022/07/13/aft… AFTER THE IMPLOSION #poetry <Jul-2022>
head hanging down a loud black bird draws my gaze upward deep blue sky
I tried not to think of you.. then the sun touched my face…
#vss365 #FoxProse @FoxProse #loveletters 💌 The window reveals colors of lights dancing him in #violet hues and her a golden blaze under an ethereal twilight that the sky covets, for it wishes to silhouette in tempest moves to grey clouds of autumn rain... It stays quiet and…
It’s weakness, she was told, to shed #tears. Although it began much earlier than that. Trembling in the chin; pupils squeezed like berries. Fragility crumpling the textures of a face, feigning apathy. So she learned to hold it all in. Throat ragged with silent screams. #vss365
Portrait of Berta I reprocess memory as heat, error, and survival.
this poem won’t age but what if you remember their shape not the line?
a poem in its pavilion setting desires light and structure. each line scaffolding upwards below the last line and what comes next a park bench, beneath a line, beside a structure, under a sky
no one warned me that missing you would feel this tender like you were written in the margins of my being long before I could read sometimes I wonder perhaps God was smiling when He made you