He sings a song of praise glorifying the power of silence as ravens gather in the rain The stillness of shadows invite spirits to contemplate new ways to travel these twisted roads and paths And as those birds become restless beneath clouds too heavy in the sky he sings a song of more Not forgetting this monochrome melancholy meant to insulate against … Continue reading In Praise of Silence
His smile was like some kind of magic, mysterious, leaning on the edge of darkness. With his worn jeans and tattered jacket two sizes too big, he was the type of man who could have easily slipped into the background unnoticed and alone, but that grin… He sat on the bumper of a rusted old car, tapping turquoise boots as he sang a … Continue reading Notable Embodiments
We lock eyes each day that stranger in the mirror and I She smirks as I wince at the wrinkled reflection Who is that woman with strands of silver falling across aging eyes? She follows me as I walk swiftly down the path by the sea Silly thing, she struggles to keep up I bend and twist and reach … Continue reading Self Reflection
Beware the power of the wild wind blowing relentlessly across plains barren and dry Heed the warning of desiccated skeletons whispering of thirst, of want in the desert sun Mind the courage of a solitary bloom unashamed to flaunt vibrant colors under a dust-choked sky Embrace the same dream that visits each night this, the journey of your spirit walkers has just … Continue reading Dreamcatcher
Love as armor and shield Nothing borrowed, nothing owed Calling to you, a wonder revealed Come, let’s slip down that secret road We’ll make magic on each battlefield This is the gift fate has bestowed Calling to you, a wonder revealed Come, let’s slip down that secret road Beauty lives in words slowly revealed It’s up to us to learn and decode We’ll make magic … Continue reading Twin Battle Scars
I am the endurable poison I have burdens yet to bear I love something others can’t know I know my voice is vague as it hums in deaf ears I am the broken compass I have journeys mapped on a spinning compass I love to love the hard way I know my aim is true I am, I am I have victories … Continue reading True North
I’m sitting in my husband’s office, just off the busy kitchen of this grand hotel listening It’s alive, this engine of clanging pots and pans – it’s heartbeat Snippets of conversation, the hollering across this cavernous room – it’s voice The heart reveals itself more slowly, quietly Iiving in those who work this space I feel its warmth as they bring me warm plates of … Continue reading Shared Meals
Sometimes you have to trust in tradition Believe in patterns of blood-red rose petals crisscrossing cold slate tiles in hallowed halls There, images in stained glass windows sparkle and whisper believe, believe and while the words uttered from a cracked pulpit by a man whose sermon cracks with utterances of misdeed may not ring true to ears well worn by time and experience, … Continue reading Heresy
These demons devour — eating from the inside out as I record each bite They drip, spilling from my open mouth onto an unblemished white page swirling, slashing, satisfying the need to leave their mark to adorn the blank page with twisted threads This, the ultimate poetic escape photo: Pixabay prompts: Deedster, Poetry Super Highway, Poetic Asides Continue reading Poetic Escapes
A genie waits on the road that knows no end conjuring magic as he dances in the dark Sentimental stirrings, his provocation The choice, always yours It is chaos he savors… slurping anxiety as you wrestle with a fascination of the unknown and the appeal of the familiar Find a quiet place and wait Temptation and Destiny are fine partners but no match … Continue reading Power Play
My shadows hold a memory of spilling light and whispers of hope Photo by Ander Burdain on Unsplash prompts: braveandrecklessblog, #becomingfragile Continue reading Secrets
Monday is the Taskmaster dictating a schedule meant to be followed precisely Tuesday is the Working Mother rushing to meet deadlines while feeding hungry children responsibly Wednesday is the Dancer grooving to the sound of her own music and inventing new steps creatively Thursday is the Flirt winking … Continue reading Sunday Dreaming
They urged the walls to talk, desperate to hear secret words only those worthy could murmur With measured emotions they waited, motionless Truth — the only contender Wishing in concentric circles, they rejoiced as a sonorous song played Rich in its message, it directed all to rejoice Today was a new day photo: Suzanne Olivante/Pixabay prompts: Olivante Poetry, #whisperingneds, Lyric Ideas, … Continue reading Adoration
She arranged them on a slip of lace these delicate teacups with daisies dancing on fields of green She smashed each with a heavy hammer reveling in its weight as she swung and found purchase She held a vision a death and rebirth this cycle of renewal, endless and even as she woke she felt its burden photo: pxhere prompts: #NaPoWriMo, Poetic Asides, … Continue reading Teacup Dreams
I counted the minutes backwards ten, nine, eight… the bell rang, releasing me a week to relax a week to rest I am a caterpillar seeking solitary confinement in a cocoon that glimmers where words speak louder than any action in this, the best of both worlds Here, within walls that obscure the outside world I resist distraction There, just … Continue reading Vacation
I wander without direction Intention, the falling petals of delicate blooms wilting in the summer sun too soon, too late I could be discouraged I could let finer details disrupt I could deny truth that waits in the deep in-between too close, too far I should shift direction I should shuffle the cards I should silently steal inspiration from this stark … Continue reading Intention
She dreams in words and phrases A rhythm tapping a beat in search of lyrics Pictures in her mind arrive in waves that crash and recede She prays they will return and envelop her in holy waters Sometimes she navigates her thoughts as the storm rages Sometimes she treads water waiting for the soft sea to whisper At times she … Continue reading Writing Process
Thunder booms, undulating over roiling seas like a stranger growling at the door Some say it’s the devil’s voice Driving rain pelts the window smearing grime in greasy stripes Lights flicker on and off, on then off Bolts of lightning strike a small boat bobbing in the harbor and set it adrift A shy boy wanders down by the rocky shore to … Continue reading Devil’s Voice
My collection of angels gathers dust long-forgotten on that shelf just out of reach Each one a token of who I was and who I am they wait patiently for a turn to act as protector to act as reminder sometimes to act as a voice whispering in my ear One stands proud her porcelain skin gleaming her arms reaching out toward the heavens … Continue reading Broken Angel
a look a particular sound the way a sunbeam stretches across a dusty floor triggers pictures tilted on their hooks worn out shoes by the back door a burning candle on a chipped dish sending ribbons of smoke into stale air triggers hands around my throat in a self-defense class hands gripping my wrist hands twisting … Continue reading Triggers
They wield poison pens fancying themselves erudite erudite thirsty for power erudite scattering ignorance ignorance spread in minatory threads ignorance draped in a need for justice justice meted out by frigid hearts justice in desperate need of stark reflection reflection distorted in a puddle of shadows reflection disguising all that lies underneath underneath that need for revenge underneath that call for action action … Continue reading Erudite as Weakness
Confidence ebbs and flows in waves fueled by desire, by design, by détente Backed up against the wall I reach for it, squeezing as it slips from my grasp by configuration, by conception by necessity Emotions churn turning situations into lessons wrought with frustration and contemplation and intention and deliberation My plan was designed in a way I somehow knew never could … Continue reading Life Lessons
a gray gull floats on currents of seaborne dreams escaping time on patchwork skies I don’t remember the wind chasing away this chill that settled into my old bones Don’t stop, I urged watching the carefree bird explore the heavens photo: Pixabay prompts: WordPress Daily Post, Poetic Asides April PAD, Pilgrimage Press, #becomingfragile, AprilFalls18 Continue reading Proxy
almost close enough to touch out in this barren land where the song of the whistling robin is muffled by damp and cold these last vestiges of winter linger as I fall to my knees and pry loose petals captured by early April snow earthen clay clings to my chapped skin is it no wonder that I take secret pleasure in outwitting this … Continue reading Spring
Found a discarded photograph by the side of the road Yellowed by time, its shadows whispered a story Frayed edges framed tattered dreams in black and white A packed suitcase on a perfectly made bed beneath that cracked window Yellowed by time, its shadows whispered a story A simple wedding band there on the pillow next to a one-way bus ticket out of town Frayed … Continue reading Abandoned Dreams
Sometimes I slip back to that place where troubles can’t intrude My mother’s garden, filled with flowers and lace In need of respite from life’s fast pace I wander and let waves wash over this unsettled mood Sometimes I slip back to that place In search of comfort, it’s childhood footsteps I trace to release these problems I’ve accrued My mother’s garden, filled with flowers … Continue reading Going Home
When Innocence takes delicate matters by the hand intent on silencing screams between warring factions Time is forced to face Introspection on her witness stand Social contracts shredded by meaningless transactions Intent on silencing screams between warring factions she somehow understands all views cast in black and white… those social contracts shredded by meaningless transactions serve no purpose other than to destroy and incite This … Continue reading Strength in Innocence
Each is a unique journey that path we carve through shifting sands an ache that pulls toward a place of peace Rapids tumbling over sharpened rocks follow a trail of worry until letting go gives power to understand each is a unique journey Like the river meeting the sea piece by piece navigation may require some twists and turns that path we carve through shifting … Continue reading Carve A Path – #Writephoto
Stuck in the middle of almost. almost Patience wraps each gift in opaque paper Patience wraps each gift in opaque paper letting slivers of sunlight transmit hope photo: Flickr prompt: WordPress Daily Prompt Continue reading Leap of Faith
Like the earth beneath my feet, I am grounded although at times my passion spews from deep within incinerating everything it touches, flowing fluid streams of lava Pausing to let things cool, I let today run into tomorrow knowing all I laid waste to at this moment will become fertile ground down the line Designing a future not yet defined, abandoning a past no … Continue reading Elements
