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

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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

Tempestas

the scent of rain promises possibilities a chance perhaps to wash away the old and embrace the chill that follows as if to reckon hard realities against the soft ground that threatens to swallow me whole again the same hands that yearn to scratch are the ones who caress a wounded soul mine the scent of rain so familiar this harbinger of fierce storms the … Continue reading Tempestas

If We Were Having Coffee, March 17th

If we were having coffee today, March 17th, I’d invite you in for some coffee and cornbread. My husband made it. It’s delicious! He’s busy right now making corned beef and cabbage in honor of St. Patrick’s Day. Perhaps you’ll stay for dinner. We’d love to have you. As we sipped our expresso, I’d tell you how happy I am that spring is almost here. … Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee, March 17th

Tranquility Cove – #writephoto

healing waters caressing a lonely shore healing hearts meant to mend mend a spinning mind mend tiny scars scars buried too deep scars open and bleeding bleeding to release the poison bleeding to wash away the pain pain beneath the surface pain all too consuming consuming everything consuming nothing nothing to do but wait nothing to do but wait wait for this to pass wait … Continue reading Tranquility Cove – #writephoto

Growth

Witness renewal born under burnt skies and frozen fields Strength finds stability on shaky ground And even as vernacular spews vulgarity in messages meant to disguise fear and longing growth takes hold And even as angels sigh weary from age-old battles growth takes hold It takes hold A young man will find his way and broken hearts will mend out there on vast oceans as … Continue reading Growth