Poem by Marianne Bickett, copyright 2012 A LOSS FOR WORDS . It’s just too precious to write about and yet I try I think of life and the fledgling mourning dove Who’s neck looks injured Who still tilts her head… Read More ›
poem by Marianne Bickett
Prayer of the March Wind
By Marianne Bickett, copyright 2011 March has arrived Not softly nor meekly But hollering and blustering Plopped down upon the seaside mountains She sits as clouds, giant cotton balls gathering on the horizon Tumbling over the crests with gray pants… Read More ›
Remnants of An Uncertain Love
By Marianne Bickett copyright 2009 . The birthday flowers are yet Immersed, sipping with green straws- Half swallowed or nearly drowned – One by one I pluck nodding Blossoms, blackened and wilted At the moment of their faint I lift… Read More ›
Eos: The Creative Context 