Into the Woods

  the woods waited for her every day she passed the ancient sickly trees she felt the wind still with their bated breath she heard whispers in that wind, hollow silence screaming desperate pleas the woods waited for her every day brittle branches intertwined casting shadows of love between midnight and morning glories and violets and dawn’s hello bidding time as she walked on flowers, … Continue reading Into the Woods

Disarray

Tortuous, these cravings that burn Tantalizing beats keeping time Trembling voices softly beckon Catch your breath, pause, pause and reckon Embrace and release every rhyme Let each minute toss and turn Will you ever learn, will you learn Crystal balls and these magic chimes won’t stop this moment, this second Trembling voices, how they beckon Tantalizing as they keep time Tortuous cravings crash and burn … Continue reading Disarray

Change of Seasons

Autumn whispers as I hang the moon just so to mark the edge of summer and promised dreams and waxing dreams and those promised dreams Borrowed from nothing built on everything being in the sky, somehow being of the sky intentions wait Autumn whispers, it beckons as I release old seasons and soar Image by Jonny Lindner from Pixabay prompts: Go Dog Go Tuesday Writing … Continue reading Change of Seasons

Rainy Days

There’s humility in the rain that visits in the whispering shallows Here where the world is quiet and still, I listen I draw comfort from the steady drone that sounds like a heartbeat, here where drops of water weigh heavy on fragile petals They glisten like diamonds, like kaleidoscopes swirling And those tender blossoms? They accept the weight without effort, knowing it helps them to … Continue reading Rainy Days

Dragonflies and Promises

A dragonfly soared on duality’s wings and landed on the branch of contemplation, not understanding the impossibility of flight Water shimmered as it found its course and beat the stone beneath until its scars were polished to perfection I whispered a short oath that day as I stood still in the woods, bells chiming in the distance, to appreciate the difference between intention and accomplishment … Continue reading Dragonflies and Promises

If We Were Having Coffee, February 3rd

If we were having coffee today, February 3rd, I’d invite you in and share some of these delicious gingersnap cookies. They’ll go perfectly with our cappuccinos. Don’t mind Rocco. He’s been extra cuddly lately, along with Little Kitty. Must be the cold. I’d ask how you’ve been faring during this polar vortex. It’s been brutal! I’d show you the pictures I took of the water … Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee, February 3rd

Remy’s Revenge

Today’s poem is a preview of Remy’s Revenge which is the sequel to my book, Tales from Blarnach. And so they emerge from clay ice crystals gleaming in the sun as daggers ready to pierce the day shallow souls follow they follow Wicked ones bend ‘round the mist wafting through vents in cracked walls waiting for evil lurking in their midst shallow souls lost and hollow lost … Continue reading Remy’s Revenge

Quiet Places

Here in the quiet places where sleep brings respite and peace I am lost in your arms Healing found in your embraces calms a troubled mind as worries cease Here in the quiet places Must be spells and magic charms this power to soften and strengthen in a space where sleep brings respite and peace And when morning comes, when my eyes meet yours I … Continue reading Quiet Places

Courage

It begins in the usual places borne of winds skirting between totems and pillars and prayer that breath of belonging once lost and twice found rising from stars collapsing in the night sky   that urge to move forward counting steps taken even after the fall   when gravitas redefines purpose and a new way is revealed she finds a way   This is courage … Continue reading Courage

Complacency

Composure, that veil I wear to overcompensate these fears migrating between heart and soul pausing just long enough to linger beneath these words I write and write again as I battle feelings creeping, taunting, challenging endlessly as the final product seems never enough, never quite right ⸺ crisp is the page as I draw a deep breath and begin yet again photo: Pixabay prompt: Go … Continue reading Complacency