OctPoWriMo Day 22

Are you participating in OctPoWriMo? This is the post I shared for today’s prompt. Come join us here. Sometimes the only way to really experience something is to smash it apart and examine all the broken pieces. Sometimes perfection is not as truthful as imperfection. Sometimes it’s necessary to tear apart that which we hold dear to discover its true power. We’ve all had transitions … Continue reading OctPoWriMo Day 22

Some are Blue

Heartbroken, in a state that somehow exists in the spaces between each day, each hour, while we count the losses and trip on blessings we resolve to hold Disappointment breathes and moves and dictates like a grand conductor on a broken stage shining light into every corner as even dust turns into daggers Ethereal, this world covered in heavy fog and perpetual rain and sunny … Continue reading Some are Blue

In the Name of Sister

and once upon a yesterday where these whispers of the past play mirage of memories shimmer bonded by more than blood, Sister tangled tethers of music lost bittersweet snippets as lines crossed some saviors, others called Resister bonded by more than blood, Sister in the end, connections chosen embody every emotion stronger than any sly Mister bonded by more than blood, Sister and once upon … Continue reading In the Name of Sister

Family Ties

Reposting a poem from 2017 for today’s OctPoWriMo prompt – Mother May I Elusive, like shadows in the water Static electricity that hums just before it sparks A vanishing point that disappears just beyond awareness There’s an invisibility to it, this connection A chain-reaction that builds as one after another after another is born to women who are sisters, to women who are daughters in a … Continue reading Family Ties

Breaking Down

Breaking down in the breaking dawn, I search the silence silence searching seasoned souls souls drifting, drifting towards the abyss the abyss that beckons Breaking down in the breaking dawn, I listen to the silence echo echo against walls resurrected resurrected as cross words are spoken spoken until there is nothing left to say Breaking down in the breaking dawn, I embrace the chaos chaos … Continue reading Breaking Down

Rose-colored Glasses

An old favorite…fits perfectly with this prompt! Subtle shades of pink soften the edges in a black and white world   Streaks of vibrant salmon dance across stormy skies in the midst of chaos   A rush of crimson decorates chapped faces in the coldest winter mornings   Cuddly carnation blankets swathe crying babies in the in-between hours of dusk and dawn   Sweet cherry … Continue reading Rose-colored Glasses

Blue Sky Warning

More than the air, still and stagnant, more than cloudless skies and blue, blue water, Silence uttered the warning, a foreboding to beware. Rolling hills met the ocean without a care, yet not a creature moved. No field mice scurrying here and there. Cats hid and dogs cowered beneath abandoned porches. Livestock disappeared behind tall grasses, clustered tightly together. No children laughing on the lonesome … Continue reading Blue Sky Warning

Tenacity

A  sliver of light from beneath a heavy door shimmering, inviting, captivating I crept closer and closer still I reached for the key and turned it with trembling fingers I felt the tumblers fall I twisted the unresponsive handle and twisted again Looking for another key, looking for a way out A sliver of light from beneath a heavy door shimmering, inviting, captivating I bathed … Continue reading Tenacity

In Each, A Mission

  Motherhood as essence — pain, joy, life Nurture, nature, the womb knows no difference To exist this way, a mission to be humane Comfort with the precision of a surgeon’s knife Nature, nurture all in with vociferance Motherhood as essence — pain, joy, life Camomile and calendula to ease any pain Strength and wisdom to guide the way Nurture, nature, the womb knows no … Continue reading In Each, A Mission

Lonesome Loser

In time, he was once, twice, three times afflicted Burdened with a broken heart built to appease some wondered what scenes his mind’s eye depicted Loneliness, an excruciating disease When her false light found purchase in his darkness he blindly caressed and nurtured it with ease Damned to fantasy, empty like a harkness he courted each one, determined to impress until each rejection reveled in … Continue reading Lonesome Loser

The Mind and Other Strange Creatures

The mind is a creature wandering in spaces between awe-inspiring light and absolute darkness It spools polychromatic prisms just to skew what we think of as real Perhaps to force us to think of things from a different point of view, it makes polka-dots of what was once striped and fragile that which was always armored And somewhere in those mystical margins we discover even … Continue reading The Mind and Other Strange Creatures