I’ve lost my place caught out here on purgatory road I’m stuck in reverse in this tunnel with no end in this tunnel with no beginning The beginning before everything was dismantled and disguised Should have known when you called me by her name Black-inked tattoo with the last of our money My heart full of hunger My soul full of need I had given … Continue reading A Place to Belong
The broken children sought ancient wisdom on that last lonely night In the wild, fires burned and burned as smoldering sage laid claim to feral visions It was a myth, this call to salvation They poured through old text with feline eyes In darkness, they sought light In the midst of deception, they sought truth Promises of old were discarded to make way for the … Continue reading Last Lonely Night
Took a walk in the wild world with wishes waiting to take wing Whispers in the midnight cypress trees kept repeating words of love Calls for the lonely littered the forest floor like pebbles waiting to be collected And as I wandered, I wondered about these things we carry I collected one for loss I collected one for regret I scooped handfuls for sorrow Drenched … Continue reading Wild World
Be inspired by unarmored skies Remember beauty hides in the everglow Embrace strength as you whisper last goodbyes Know that sometimes even an angel cries Time will move on with a new tempo Be inspired by unarmored skies Trace my words in the clouds as I eulogize Believe in the love that lives in the shadow Embrace strength as you whisper last goodbyes Each memory … Continue reading In Times of Sorrow
Stretching to reach that place where highest ambition and expectation collide the place in between lines of truth yours mine mine the place spinning desperation and hope to create that something new where gratitude can capture eternity now even after ever after photo: Pixabay prompts: #WrittenRiver, #BeautifulMess, #WyldeVerse, #SWPrompt, Poets on the Page, #deccmchallenge Continue reading Even After Ever After
When the story is wrapped in the sound of silence, angels gently weep Messages veiled in sugar and scrub only lead us to isolation A singular betrayal of truth looms photo: Fire and Spunk Productions prompts: OctPoWriMo, #TastyPoem, #WrittenRiver, #BeautifulMess Continue reading Lessons Lost
Sometimes that old cuckoo refuses to sing, aware that robbed time can create a most beautiful mess Sometimes those rivers of time flowing swiftly by get stuck in clumsy eddies, creating nature’s nurseries of future plans Sometimes, somehow the prospect of a quiet pause proposes a reconsideration of each projection and each intention, making room for a new song photo: mine prompts: Poets on the Page, Five … Continue reading Cuckoo’s New Song
