And in the early morning, I wait Tendrils of light sweetly coax promises from darkened skies I watch shadows transform Glittering dust dances in the corners of my mind I am humbled by possibilities My body is quiet as I consider vanishing years and all that is made of mist I float over daring seas No longer lingering on an island of despair I choose … Continue reading Promises at Dawn
And when magic is lean and your mantra seems tarnished and messy, when courage is desperate for a way to escape and dreams are filled with regret, when being headstrong and proud leaves you sort of wishing for reasons to abdicate your throne, whatever that may be, remember… a vulnerable soul has power Stories of struggle exist to strengthen and even as crooks and … Continue reading Strength Claimed
When once solid ground shifts beneath my feet I search for solace in all I‘ve known before Capricious sacrifice, blood and ink compete Raw emotions rage, unrelenting mentor Harnessing fear and angst to empower me I claw at handholds and climb again clinging to my muse, my calliope armed only with words and this pen To rise above it, the place where falling scrapes away layers of … Continue reading Channeling Calliope
Appreciate silence as it lingers long after we’ve traded promises Giving meaning to empty words as was our intention Spinning the continual absence of noise into ribbons of prayer Each a stitch in a blanket that wraps us in protection Each a note in a song that soothes our weary soul It is here where we accept the gift that being vulnerable brings Being open … Continue reading Silent Intentions
Traditions hold captive the place of our dreams where hope and yearnings, past and present live where we believe anything is true when we gather once again to remember what is was like when time stood still Laughter and light bring comfort that streams across candlelit tables filled with gifts to give across miles and time with a different view inside a gathering each … Continue reading Faith and Family
Wise beyond her years she knows you can’t stop the rain Still, she watches the sky fill with clouds, dark and threatening, and finds beauty in the storm every time for Sarah photo: PublicDomainPictures.net Continue reading Silver Linings
Just a thought… different as we may be in some ways we are all the same Connected laughter shared between mother and child is magical here, next door, across town, across the world and when tears fall and loss is felt here, there, everywhere sorrow keeps raining on sunny days bright, sunny days Words have power power to hurt or power to heal … Continue reading Connections
Birds on a wire wait for a day that may never come Still, it’s with deep conviction I hum along with the song they joyfully sing about promises only faith can bring A challenge I won’t shy away from Might be too bitter a proposal for some Clipped wings have made them numb Older than the hills, this thing that may never come Raising our … Continue reading Faith’s Song
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I slipped out the door to explore the darkness still holding dear to early morning hours Guided by a luminous moon I followed the path, soothed by silence as the world around me slept Reaching the place where soft waves caressed the waiting shore, everything became suddenly new Things that are and yet could be seemed insignificant when viewed beneath a painted sky Unforeseen and … Continue reading Walk in the Morning
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Each day as she wakes and fastens an old apron around her waist Stained from years of use, its deep pocket, almost threadbare and ripped holds treasures of a lifetime Unseen by casual observers, it’s the receptacle of her creations For, as she meanders through each day, it’s the receptacle for her metaphors and rhymes Watching from her small corner of the word, she gathers … Continue reading The Writer’s Apron
In those drowsy moments as you drift to sleep and the second hand sweeps across the dial tick tock, tick tock let the footprints of the day mark the path to your sweetest dream When the heavy curtain that hangs between awareness and fantasy falls and you drift to a place where time dissolves tick tock, tick tock embrace the journey that reveals your true … Continue reading The Angel’s Whisper
They belong to a time gone by these old friends, diligently working Giving wisdom, gaining hope I watch them as the world goes by They hold truth to a higher standard these old friends, carefully guiding Giving knowledge, gaining insight I watch them as the world goes by They seek to protect an old guard these old friends, warriors fighting mediocrity Preserving the past, Creating … Continue reading Keepers of the Flame
Took the long way home just to ride the Daydream Express Merging onto the fast lane I shifted into Cruise Control and let go With music providing the soundtrack I willingly joined scenarios my mind had been turning for too long I surrendered and let go Visions of the past danced with hopes for tomorrow as Today kept time with a steady beat A mantra … Continue reading Daydream Express
The voice within demands to be heard Whispering insistent phrases Singing urgent songs Citing fragments of stories It’s a challenge I dare not ignore Those times the muse is kind the whispering sweetens the day the song is sung in key the stories provide comfort It’s an assignment I eagerly accept Those times the inspiration goes silent the whispering mocks the song sounds … Continue reading Writing
Look back Look forward Remember the good times Aspire to make new ones Remain faithful and diligent Endure even when all seems lost Days gone by A life that no longer exists Plans made by the me I no longer know A life meant for someone who existed in a place Where the world turned more slowly Somewhere in the past Days just … Continue reading Better Days Ahead
With the poet It does not begin with a Blank page With the artist It does not begin with an Empty canvas With the musician It does not begin with Silent instruments Before pen is put to paper And brush is stroked on canvas And notes become melodies There is inspiration It’s soft whispering that fills the ear And images flashing … Continue reading Inspiration
