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
Sometimes we tell the same old stories to capture a life beyond these walls to escape a life defined by categories Pause, pause the future as memory stalls To capture a life beyond these walls we search for a broken benediction we pause the future as memory stalls Push, push away future valediction We search for a broken benediction to stave off uncharted territories to … Continue reading In the Evening
Spring wriggles free of Old Man Winter’s grasp like a taste of lime and honey in afternoon tea. The perfect elixir to chase away those blues I see. Her warriors, the fuzzy yellow bumble bees, make sweet music in the garden over by the sea. Humming, buzzzzzzzing workers in groups of two and three. Oh Spring, Spring. She anoints the trees with gentle rains until … Continue reading Spring
And on my knees I accept these small wonders, to refute my starving madness with a heart that wonders I skate on the surface of serenity here in the elegance of morning where even my muse with her detailed star charts wonders the summer breeze blows and beckons in heartbeat moments and though I am alone and apart, my soul wonders strength and renewal flow … Continue reading Complete Wonders
I can’t help but laugh It’s the best choice I’ve made I can find sunlight in the darkest shade I suppose it will be my epitaph I purge bad decisions with each paragraph It helps me forget what you betrayed I can’t help but laugh It’s the best choice I’ve made I won’t ask forgiveness on your behalf or define the games that you played … Continue reading Dear John…
The fire was mostly extinguished by then From the little shack up there on the ridge she could see trees weeping ash tiny deer gathered by the salt lick seeming almost drunk in their confusion eagles with singed wings still soared above it was a magnificent sight at least from the limited view she had returning to the old cabin that was anything but spacious … Continue reading Scorched
Sometimes I lay awake in the dark and wonder what might have been if…if Would the person I was way back then even recognize this world of lies Such a divisive sensation imagining unknowable secrets But then again I remember when truth was the currency I traded Pain was an inconvenience to be met with broad shoulders and strong hearts I pushed until my misguided … Continue reading The Counselor
The little blackbird is dead No longer will I wake to the cheerful song she sang each morning from the old oak tree outside my bedroom window Oh, but she held a masterful voice and a steady tune, one I counted on to start my day I take comfort in the thought that her soothing sounds will live on in my broken heart photo: … Continue reading Little Blackbird
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
Fear is a puppet master, pulling all the strings while Hate is a prison guard, holding all the keys Rage is the spark to a flame, orchestrating chaos Sorrow and melancholy are cousins They vie for control and slowly smother as they carve black holes in a starry sky Boredom feeds anxiety as anxiety fuels paranoia twitching, itching, yearning for all that is lost or … Continue reading To Be Divine
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
Tobacco hills and tangerine skies painting my way across cold memories with a heart, stoned and stowed away Practicing the art of self-healing Out west where gunslingers roam if only in symbols and chatter there’s order and beauty and a place to get lost for a while to practice the art of self-healing I climb red rocks and see forever Fear smells different here Truth … Continue reading Healing Spaces
My soul craves solitude — a walk in the desert to collect my blurred thoughts and so I’ll go on a journey across miles and miles and wide-open skies and as I embrace the blazing sun and cool, crisp nights, all will be right again photo: mine prompt: #aprpad – day 10, #napowrimo – day 10, Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge Continue reading Desert Dreams
Four-leaf-clovers and a rabbit’s foot horseshoes, dice, and ladybugs Such are the tools of thieves and fools Conmen and circus barkers standing in the street to call out Come try your luck today Lady Luck is smiling upon you Little do they know Lady Luck is no lady With emerald eyes and a magic touch she’s a jealous genie…best beware She’ll swirl her storms and … Continue reading Lady Luck
I dreamt I was waltzing under the shade of a great tree unafraid as a ghost passed through the garden gate I caught our reflection, his and mine in a billabong swollen from the night’s rain He was more alive than I could ever be Hold the light, he whispered I nodded and threw one more coin in a fountain of wishes I longed for … Continue reading Simple Wishes
show me what I’m looking for a reason to believe after the fall this world in an uproar moments meant to deceive show me what I’m looking for life seems so small still holding on to a reason to believe if hope is meant to heal faith might start a spark after the fall photo: Pixabay prompts: #aprpad – day 6, #napowrimo – day 6, … Continue reading After the Fall
betrayal beats a slow drum stealing life with each to and from lies undefined cloaked in behavior unrefined stolen hearts, unrewarded and intertwined one maligned now inclined to redesign photo: Pixabay prompt: #aprpad – day 5, #napowrimo – day 5 Continue reading Late Night Secrets
this is a day to be pensive a moment for quiet reflection a time to ponder time some say the universe has secrets waiting to be revealed I wonder if that’s true some say today is all that matters and yesterday is gone I wonder about tomorrow I say this breath, this thought this blessing of meditation is enough for now photo: Pinterest prompts: #napowrimo … Continue reading Starry Night
Some days I am a lion strong, proud, fierce I know no fear I am mighty Some days I am a fish caught, filleted, starved for oxygen I bleed on old docks alone Some days I am an eagle flying free soaring, soaring above the clouds with a song in my heart When I was a child, I was a turtle timid and scared I … Continue reading Wisdom
There was power in its name, this river that was really nothing more than a creek with brackish water and tall weeds tangled together like teenage boys learning to fight and desperate to find hold on muddy banks Everything in this small town was colored in those same brown hues dull, lifeless, gritty Old mills long since abandoned stood guard, broken windows locked in silent … Continue reading Red Bridge
Tricks of the night revealed in dawn’s light mourn magic and missteps As night is to day promises made are betrayals revealed Good morning, Tomorrow Goodbye, Yesterday photo: Pixabay prompts: #aprpad, Lyric Ideas Continue reading Mourning Morning
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
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
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
