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
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
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
I am there with you as the weary waitress pours lukewarm coffee into a cracked teal cup I hear you muse aloud, wondering how bones disintegrate over time and what you could do to hasten that process and as the night grows cold and the sky darkens I am there with you The seedy jazz club there on the corner, a perfect cover for the … Continue reading Characters
Guess I should have known benediction lingers between light and shadow between elation and fury urging explicit emotion to rest as the embers of hellfires cool And like the wind caressing tender petals after that fierce storm redemption waits as the last wildflower loses its tremble and turns to face the sun Prophecy soaring on the silver wings of guardian angels renames fate, reconfiguring every … Continue reading After The Storm
Underneath the weight of it all truth feigns apathy, a false call Deep inside a heart, it matters Loyalty’s last stand in tatters by love’s downfall Spectacular in its demise the end is without compromise Somewhere out there a new life awaits Loyalty’s last stand resonates in love’s reprise photo: Pixabay prompt: #JanuaryFalls19 Continue reading Cheating Heart
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
A collection of galaxies and garnets a celebration of sparkle to dance in spaces just between Yes I whisper yes photo: Pinterest prompt: #JanuaryFalls19 Continue reading Sparkle
Craving connection so real, your heart aches torn in pieces as tried and true prophecy lays tangled in the treason of your own truth when no living thing can reach this, the depths of your sorrow, and your eyes are trained on the invisible ﹘ hoping against hope that the sun will rise, as you slip into a place where you can barely breathe… wait … Continue reading Wait
And so we wait as the warmth of winter promises redemption An oily candle burns on the windowsill and that cantankerous wind rages, delighting in the storm Still, we wait Fate both a pertinent and personal ruler sometimes given to granting wishes as it prepares a buffet of dreams We wait Time both a partner and nemesis sometimes given to upheaval as it goads fits … Continue reading Wait
Buried beneath these daily interactions silent struggles wait to be discovered Lies we portray as truth in transactions are waiting to reveal flaws yet uncovered While it’s true introspection can frighten, pride and impatience and this failure to grow impede efforts and ways to enlighten Call out each open secret, let it go Planted in a community garden these once silent battles will diminish Locked … Continue reading World of Shade
If love were an umbrella it might shield and shelter it might cover and offer protection from pain, from loss, from time moving, raging, clanking but what if it was more what if it was an easement between what was and what could be what if it was that ethereal curtain daring to display your deepest dreams what if was meant to dull the edge … Continue reading Umbrella Love
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
The poetry of hope can hide between the lines, waiting beneath words scribbled on a page Poised like a patient messenger, it watches as understanding unfolds with music that creates gentle melodies And if this marriage of chord and verse happens as fortune smiles, magic will stir the soul and memories will carve a place in the heart If you are very lucky, if you … Continue reading Poetry of Hope
And so it is with a touch of melancholy that I reach far beneath my bed to retrieve my shoes, the ones that seem to delight in trapping my bare feet in unforgiving leather, as if to restrict the freedom I’d spent a summer cultivating Idle days are behind me now those endless days traversing stories in my mind as I raced to capture each … Continue reading Summer’s End
Kept secrets linger — caught somewhere in a spiritual realm where quiet rain falls from dusty skies and the thin veil of faith shudders The urge to reveal truth beckons, a burning need that calls with a longing, lilting song crashing like waves washing across the lake, speckled and brilliant Loyalty and repercussion blend until the siren is silenced and sunlight falls across the rippled … Continue reading Secrets
Between sparks of light and the convocation of scholars— he is brave enough to be curious living in the moment, blissfully unaware as the world moves on Not afraid to ask questions as he murmurs tell me again show me … Continue reading On Searching
Sometimes below the tears that fall gently like the summer rain resolve falters and that brave front weighs too heavy Somehow among the rack and ruin you find the courage to fall into the unknown and release the desperation Grief is like that States of emergency muddled with stress and too many decisions disappear or at least rearrange and those hands that you’ve clenched and … Continue reading On Loss, Again
Monday is the Taskmaster dictating a schedule meant to be followed precisely Tuesday is the Working Mother rushing to meet deadlines while feeding hungry children responsibly Wednesday is the Dancer grooving to the sound of her own music and inventing new steps creatively Thursday is the Flirt winking … Continue reading Sunday Dreaming
If we were having coffee, I’d apologize for being late. I know we usually meet on weekends, but mine was an exceptionally busy one. But you’re here now, so pull up a chair and I’ll pour you a cup. One of the reasons my weekend was so full is because I devoted my entire Saturday to cleaning up a novel I wrote years ago. … Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee, March 19
She was somewhat of a local legend what with the way she always dressed in black An obsidian obelisk stuck in the candy-colored swirl of clouds, her youthful face obscured by the weight of her grief Still, she was woven into the community fabric, an example of the perilous journey betrayal invites A warning Trust long since left behind, scattered in the days when … Continue reading Scarlet Letters
I thought I knew who I was until I became the person I am not Following that twisted path because I had the audacity to believe a false claim I thought I knew who I was It wasn’t until I became adrift, stopping to untie knots, that I allowed this true reflection to stretch until I became the person I am meant to be, laid … Continue reading Change of Heart
I remember how the fire started Embers condemned, forever unlit glowing in forests uncharted as I clawed my way from the grit I was embers condemned, forever unlit He was the spark, urging me to shine A promise made as luck would have it when we walked beneath towering pines He was the spark, urging me to shine Together we carved a path, openhearted Each … Continue reading Starting Fires
Can’t quite put my finger on it This feeling lingering just out of reach as the world shifts again With arms flailing he could reach for something safe to hold as his head spins and spins What he once knew is gone What is just ahead is a mystery What could be ignites his soul Transformations abound touching everything and everyone that he holds dear … Continue reading Transformations
