Tag Archives: Tarringo T. Vaughan
Thoughts From A Patio At The End Of July
Thoughts From A Patio At The End Of July I wonder where I would be in life – if I chose a different road. If I challenged fate I wonder where the paths of my emotions would’ve taken me, if only…I had the choice. There is happiness here, as I write; a place of content […]
Summer In The City
The sun shines in a mist of steady heat down upon the heartbeat of sleeping city streets. Soon, the traffic will rise — tempered as it grows in size steadily drifting through the warmth of morning’s sunrise into the shadows of overcast trees where singing birds fly and soon there will be the joy in […]
Through A Third Floor Apartment Window
Spring sings through the microphone of melancholy skies as I take a sip of a delicate breeze through bohemian eyes. I am a wanderer with a mind rapidly in bloom as I look down at smiles existing as journalists in discovery of the beauty of being. Through a third floor apartment window I am looking […]
92 Degrees
after all the thinking over the years, I just can’t stop wiping the sweat that steadily flows from my mind. On a day like today thoughts become like a humidity of words dripping in mirages of description/searching for clarity through the warm, gentle breeze of nature. Summer feels so magical on this day, like the […]
He Said
Thwarted tears puddled underneath the promises left behind in a young boy’s heart; abandoned love – the foundation of trust torn apart and he said he would be there for me but yet I barely remember the features of his face. He left me standing in an empty space with only the support from a […]
A Morning In Windsor
The air is soft, gentle and virgin as a stubborn fog grips calmly onto a fragrant sky that is barely functional as this morning in South Windsor arises. There are no surprises as I drive this road. The trees still glisten in the early mist of mid-summer’s dew as the slight silence of the sun […]
In The Presence Of Strangers
There are times where I’m just an admirer and there are times… when I am the admired but for all that I’ve become I still fear at times those unfamiliar eyes that stare at me. There are people who either e-mail me or comment why write these diaries. They say there is nothing wrong with […]
On Bended Knee
Love, in the creation of a moment, kneeled down before me on bended knee and within it’s presence the sounds of steady winds drifting in from the rhymes and soul of a timeless sea held us breathless as the deepness of a smile captured me. Love, in the creation of a moment, took my hand […]
Summer Winds
I write this poem I write this poem as I have discovered the manhood of a journey and puberty of discovery; I write this poem with the breath of early summer winds massaging the mental muscles of my mind as I reflect. I was once a young man stuck inside the neglect of the true […]
This Simple Amazing (Song II)
I love the way the mind flows when it is zip lining through nature. Today I hike through the trees of Bloomfield’s side of Talcott Mountain— town incorporated 1835 — but these manifestations of green-life have been alive forever. I taste the smell of Oak Savannas and Chestnut Oaks and feel the appreciation of Robert […]