Last Lonely Night

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

On Second Thought

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

Strength Claimed

  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

Conservation

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

Breaking Memory

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

If We Were Having Coffee, April 20, 2019

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

Daffodil Queen

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

Mending

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

Promote Yourself Monday, April 15, 2019

Originally posted on Go Dog Go Café:
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below. If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to. Share this: Continue reading Promote Yourself Monday, April 15, 2019

On Finding Clarity

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