Linda Marie Van Tassell : Writing

From The Gutter To The Jewel In The Lotus

From The Gutter To The Jewel In The Lotus

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


She knows the difference between calm and calamity.
Wicked Warm Ways

Wicked Warm Ways

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


What is a woman without a man's love?
Smitten

Smitten

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


So much deeper than deeper can be.
The Wind Is In The Willows

The Wind Is In The Willows

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


I drank in love's glory then sank in the stormy tide.
Blood Is The Rose (Terza Rima)

Blood Is The Rose (Terza Rima)

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


Death is an anchor, and blood is the rose.
In The Black (Terzanelle)

In The Black (Terzanelle)

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


This is the night, the dark flower of day.
Night Blossoms Black (Villanelle)

Night Blossoms Black (Villanelle)

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


Night blossoms black on the tide of sleep. The roses bleed, but I will not weep.
Brush and Canvas

Brush and Canvas

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


He paints like summer in warm strokes of fire ...
Similis Smiles

Similis Smiles

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


Like the grave, he is full of bones.
Will and Way

Will and Way

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


A man has his will, but the woman has her way.