The broken children sought ancient wisdom on that last lonely night In the wild, fires burned and burned as smoldering sage laid claim to feral visions It was a myth, this call to salvation They poured through old text with feline eyes In darkness, they sought light In the midst of deception, they sought truth Promises of old were discarded to make way for the … Continue reading Last Lonely Night
A moment to be wistful to linger in the in-between, caught by spectacular vistas and rising tides Searching for solace by sunflower petals, faded and tristful tenuous steps shaken by sorrow’s onslaught a moment to be wistful Releasing rainbows, the god’s hand abides with wisdom to reach a soul destined to linger in the in-between, caught Burdens lifted by simple beauty a chance to renew, … Continue reading On Second Thought
And when magic is lean and your mantra seems tarnished and messy, when courage is desperate for a way to escape and dreams are filled with regret, when being headstrong and proud leaves you sort of wishing for reasons to abdicate your throne, whatever that may be, remember… a vulnerable soul has power Stories of struggle exist to strengthen and even as crooks and … Continue reading Strength Claimed
wind-driven waves crash against the shore shooting salt spray high above jagged rocks gulls cry and seem to tumble from angry skies they swoop into the swirling surf to snatch silvery fish I watch them, not yet dead as they wriggle in the bird’s claws a sight that fills me with dread the chill refuses to dissipate even as the sun shoots broken beams of … Continue reading Conservation
I awoke to a breaking memory caught somewhere between layers of haze and impending storms I tried to hold it, to capture the edges before they dissolved back into nothingness My mind bent and curved as if it were a porcelain cup While the vision dissipated layer by layer, a release of emotion oozed from beneath Each harnessed the power of an elemental existence Fire … Continue reading Breaking Memory
Dust sparkles like frost on the window in this little piece of heaven where the quiet warrior sings of forgotten lands She’s a lonely orphan who learned to fly away from the cold, dark city where the air stifles and silence floats like a heavy blanket draped over subdued stars Now even her casual sigh charms birds from the trees And between the branches of … Continue reading Midnight’s Journey
I am strong I am fragile I wonder how the story ends I wonder how it starts I hear breathless whispers as the clock runs out I hear breathless whispers as life begins I see each mistake I’ve made painted across the sky in angry red letters I see each accomplishment adorning this simple bouquet of fragrant flowers I want to believe I want to … Continue reading I Am
With a sprig of lilacs in a room for meditation, the willow woman twisted and pruned each bloom A huntress in a roomful of secrets and vibration Her knife, the cutting edge of perfumed salvation welcomed demons, goddesses, and intentions to exhume with a sprig of lilacs in a room for meditation Long was the release from this tomb of vexation for the willow woman … Continue reading Born Again
Sometimes we tell the same old stories to capture a life beyond these walls to escape a life defined by categories Pause, pause the future as memory stalls To capture a life beyond these walls we search for a broken benediction we pause the future as memory stalls Push, push away future valediction We search for a broken benediction to stave off uncharted territories to … Continue reading In the Evening
Spring wriggles free of Old Man Winter’s grasp like a taste of lime and honey in afternoon tea. The perfect elixir to chase away those blues I see. Her warriors, the fuzzy yellow bumble bees, make sweet music in the garden over by the sea. Humming, buzzzzzzzing workers in groups of two and three. Oh Spring, Spring. She anoints the trees with gentle rains until … Continue reading Spring
And on my knees I accept these small wonders, to refute my starving madness with a heart that wonders I skate on the surface of serenity here in the elegance of morning where even my muse with her detailed star charts wonders the summer breeze blows and beckons in heartbeat moments and though I am alone and apart, my soul wonders strength and renewal flow … Continue reading Complete Wonders
I can’t help but laugh It’s the best choice I’ve made I can find sunlight in the darkest shade I suppose it will be my epitaph I purge bad decisions with each paragraph It helps me forget what you betrayed I can’t help but laugh It’s the best choice I’ve made I won’t ask forgiveness on your behalf or define the games that you played … Continue reading Dear John…
The fire was mostly extinguished by then From the little shack up there on the ridge she could see trees weeping ash tiny deer gathered by the salt lick seeming almost drunk in their confusion eagles with singed wings still soared above it was a magnificent sight at least from the limited view she had returning to the old cabin that was anything but spacious … Continue reading Scorched
Sometimes I lay awake in the dark and wonder what might have been if…if Would the person I was way back then even recognize this world of lies Such a divisive sensation imagining unknowable secrets But then again I remember when truth was the currency I traded Pain was an inconvenience to be met with broad shoulders and strong hearts I pushed until my misguided … Continue reading The Counselor
If we were having coffee today, April 20th, I’d invite you to sit in the backyard with me. The weather has finally turned and even though it’s has been a bit rainy, the fresh air feels refreshing. As we sipped our coffee and enjoyed this delicious cinnamon bread, I’d tell you how very busy I’ve been and ask what you’ve been up to lately. We … Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee, April 20, 2019
All or nothing on a bright afternoon Crowns of daffodils, each fanning out in glorious green and heavy with ivory yellow blossoms Juxtaposed against hedges kept just so, those bushes that long to be free while locked in a manicured cage, the daffodils dance Nestled neatly by the ordinary house which, while offered as perfection, are proof of a querulous life — somehow restless in … Continue reading Daffodil Queen
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Far heavier than I expected and the size of an old sweet jar, opaque plastic, black lidded. Thank heaven it wasn’t see through. I could not have gone on like that. I carried my father’s ashes through the streets, past the church and the chapel, past the pizza and kebab shops, under summer trees and fuming traffic, everything poignantly… Continue reading I carried my father home
The little blackbird is dead No longer will I wake to the cheerful song she sang each morning from the old oak tree outside my bedroom window Oh, but she held a masterful voice and a steady tune, one I counted on to start my day I take comfort in the thought that her soothing sounds will live on in my broken heart photo: … Continue reading Little Blackbird
Set upon the hall table sunlight streaming through grand windows I examined its cut glass corners and sparkling facets casting perfect rainbows the epitome of undefined living it just existed to be pretty to be admired to be coveted and so I swept it off that table with a steady hand it seemed a fitting punishment a valid reason the crash was magnificent lingering after … Continue reading Mending
Fear is a puppet master, pulling all the strings while Hate is a prison guard, holding all the keys Rage is the spark to a flame, orchestrating chaos Sorrow and melancholy are cousins They vie for control and slowly smother as they carve black holes in a starry sky Boredom feeds anxiety as anxiety fuels paranoia twitching, itching, yearning for all that is lost or … Continue reading To Be Divine
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She wakes to walk the streets at dawn the sky dresses in purples, reds, and golds Examining the empty storefronts, she wonders What will become of this day the stillness of the space brings comfort She addresses the blackbirds and says today will be kind They chastise her in angry squawks and fly away As their shadows fade, she laughs at the brilliant nothing left … Continue reading On Finding Clarity
Tobacco hills and tangerine skies painting my way across cold memories with a heart, stoned and stowed away Practicing the art of self-healing Out west where gunslingers roam if only in symbols and chatter there’s order and beauty and a place to get lost for a while to practice the art of self-healing I climb red rocks and see forever Fear smells different here Truth … Continue reading Healing Spaces
More work from my students… Exploring a Poem by L.E. Take a poem Read it through and through Ask a question Look for Clues The meaning may be simple or deep like an ocean It can be about a happy tale or a fight that caused a commotion Put a knight in a poem He’ll become a hero or a lonely kid that feels like … Continue reading More Student Work
I will be away for a few days. I thought this would be a perfect time to share some of the poems my students wrote. Enjoy! Not Easy To Read by L.M. Reading a poem is like eating broccoli or asparagus nobody wants to In order to read a poem you have to enjoy the Swiss Family Robinson To me reading a poem is as … Continue reading Student Work
My soul craves solitude — a walk in the desert to collect my blurred thoughts and so I’ll go on a journey across miles and miles and wide-open skies and as I embrace the blazing sun and cool, crisp nights, all will be right again photo: mine prompt: #aprpad – day 10, #napowrimo – day 10, Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge Continue reading Desert Dreams
Four-leaf-clovers and a rabbit’s foot horseshoes, dice, and ladybugs Such are the tools of thieves and fools Conmen and circus barkers standing in the street to call out Come try your luck today Lady Luck is smiling upon you Little do they know Lady Luck is no lady With emerald eyes and a magic touch she’s a jealous genie…best beware She’ll swirl her storms and … Continue reading Lady Luck
I dreamt I was waltzing under the shade of a great tree unafraid as a ghost passed through the garden gate I caught our reflection, his and mine in a billabong swollen from the night’s rain He was more alive than I could ever be Hold the light, he whispered I nodded and threw one more coin in a fountain of wishes I longed for … Continue reading Simple Wishes
show me what I’m looking for a reason to believe after the fall this world in an uproar moments meant to deceive show me what I’m looking for life seems so small still holding on to a reason to believe if hope is meant to heal faith might start a spark after the fall photo: Pixabay prompts: #aprpad – day 6, #napowrimo – day 6, … Continue reading After the Fall
