There’s a story,
from o’er yonder hills…
just go past the mountains,
and into the verdant vales. Continue reading “The Brothers Ne’er-do-Well”
The Anguish Cup
Hemp rope, bind
the chafing-tether,
tight to the stem,
and other-ended,
snugly wrist-wound,
make the scar tissue
crack and bleed,
regardless of whether
each move was gentle
or as light as a feather. Continue reading “The Anguish Cup”
Spellbound
I am spellbound by you, Héloïse.
The warmth of your gentle hand
lingers on my cheek. Continue reading “Spellbound”
Step by Step (Original Music)
If I’m aware a camera is recording, suddenly I can’t play my music anymore. It’s frustrating, but I think I’m getting through it. The only way to beat that fear/anxiety is to keep fighting it. This came out pretty well, so I hope you enjoy!
©️CG Tenpenny
The Lingering Dust
Delicate blessings,
borne by gentle winds,
spiral, twist, and alight
‘midst rustling oak tresses,
as Autumn’s kiss sinks in. Continue reading “The Lingering Dust”
Bedtime for the Babe
The ever-bratty babe,
young kid-sister, Summer,
howled and stamped her feet,
furiously and red-cheeked,
at the scalding indignity
of Autumn’s timely arrival,
finally and carried lightly
by such a soothing breeze. Continue reading “Bedtime for the Babe”
Peace in the Light
The sun warms our cheeks
and the trees bend to the breeze.
Old sun warms our cheeks
…peace in the light. Continue reading “Peace in the Light”
Broken Black Light
Her whispered love
is like dynamite. Continue reading “Broken Black Light”
Original Song – The Good Captain
Here’s an early version of the companion song for the poem. It’s not perfect, but perfection should not be the goal. I like the play-through, so I’m sharing! Continue reading “Original Song – The Good Captain”
The Good Captain
He hammered rivets
into the hull
of the ol’
Edmund Fitzgerald. Continue reading “The Good Captain”
Pits and Canyons
Begin your life,
bundles and sheafs,
thumbtacks and tape,
carefully leave
each picture, placed,
level, straight, spaced,
accordingly. Continue reading “Pits and Canyons”
Mother Rang
When mother rang
the winter bell,
at the end of Sun’s rise,
we fell upon the feast
she made, and felt
the chill in our bones. Continue reading “Mother Rang”