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
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
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
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
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
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
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
At first glance, there was something unsettling about this man with steel grey eyes that pierced even the darkest shadows A man of few words, he set to work carefully displaying bouquets of flowers on his cart by the riverside the brilliant colors, a sharp contrast to his somber countenance His gnarled fingers, covered in fingerless gloves that had long since lost their form gently … Continue reading Man of Few Words
When we were young, she was a distraction a little sister who got in the way, the one who ratted me out when I was drinking in the basement with boys, the one who caught me leaning out my bedroom window as I smoked and asked what I was doing so annoying As the years rocked gently by, ushering us into various stages of our … Continue reading Maureen
I’ve just returned from the Austin International Poetry Festival. In an effort to catch up on various poetry prompts in honor of National Poetry Month, I’m reposting this poem. It is one I read in Austin. This prompt comes from Writer’s Digest, prompt for Day 2. No I won’t set my sight on tomorrow I won’t wonder if the path not taken would have led to greener pastures No, not … Continue reading Not Today
