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
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
More work from my students… Exploring a Poem by L.E. Take a poem Read it through and through Ask a question Look for Clues The meaning may be simple or deep like an ocean It can be about a happy tale or a fight that caused a commotion Put a knight in a poem He’ll become a hero or a lonely kid that feels like … Continue reading More Student Work
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
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
I am a thief I steal your words as they fall from your mouth I watch as you shrug off your ill-fitting garment and dance in the rain I capture the moment your face lifts slightly I memorize the way your beaming smile transforms the moment I explore the silence as you find your way I count the years as you stoke those fires I … Continue reading People Watching
Witness renewal born under burnt skies and frozen fields Strength finds stability on shaky ground And even as vernacular spews vulgarity in messages meant to disguise fear and longing growth takes hold And even as angels sigh weary from age-old battles growth takes hold It takes hold A young man will find his way and broken hearts will mend out there on vast oceans as … Continue reading Growth
A thousand lives and a yesterday an intermittent flicker of light a flash of understanding a new dawn a new day new dreams just because the moment is disguised in a malleable expectancy of rapture rustling doubt lingers a new dawn a new day new dreams always remember anything is possible between intermittent flickers of light and this, a flash of understanding photo: Pixabay prompts: … Continue reading Faith
Winter mist shrouds those cracks in the ice and so I fall, unforgiven and cold through that first glass shimmering across the lake It’s here beneath the surface that I watch the world go by and wonder if Winter’s mist was made to invite an afternoon catnap by a crackling fire in a room still scented with pine and berries The warmth of hearth and … Continue reading Winter’s Nap
Tell me about those dreams you seek there in that vast wasteland that borders risk and reward and floods of joy all promised by a single drop of rain tell me about the hope you’ve found dancing across ripples on the water while looking for answers hidden in silvery trees in a forest of proud cacti tell me about it And as tomorrow floats like … Continue reading Tell Me
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
“I talk to God but the sky is empty.” – Sylvia Plath I seek wisdom in the sawdust falling gently beneath the polished mahogany bowl you carved with loving hands for it is not the finished product but rather the blood, sweat, and tears buried deep within its caviar ribbons that tell this story My eyes long for the beauty of paradise scattered like sunflowers … Continue reading Seeking Wisdom
Damn this wind that howls like a lone wolf on a moonlit night Damn this rain that prowls like a rabid dog ready to bite Like a lone wolf on a moonlit night hollow victories linger, a wicked chill Like a rabid dog ready to bite life lessons ﹘ a bitter pill Hollow victories linger, a wicked chill storm rages against echoes, angry yowls life … Continue reading Triggers
Wicked winds whistle a siren call of Autumn draped in gold and red Winter soon follows Its echoing ache bellows across snowy skies The glory of Spring rejuvenates tired old bones with blossoms and hope Faithful friend Summer You encourage me to pause and enjoy each day photo: Pexels prompts: Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, #SeptemberFalls18 Continue reading Chain of Seasons
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
Both a blessing and a curse these lives we lead… knowing rules are not meant to be broken, only bent as unintended forces apply just enough heat to make them pliable And as we journey across time and space and experiences, it becomes inevitable, this drive to pause and reflect, knowing the next rest stop may forever be out of reach Such is … Continue reading Community
In this place of peace sunlight is dispersed through the canopy of ancient trees A kaleidoscope of color explodes on the forest floor with beads of amethyst and gold Energy released is all at once both graceful and restless naming this time for healing Chaos rearranged in letters and leaves and truth drift on a soft breeze and whisper a new story photo: mine prompts: … Continue reading Log Cabin Ruminations
Smiles and a promise back when time moved slowly… delicious in daily tasks satisfying in simplicity Sometimes we’d sleep on the porch lit with candles and let the ocean breeze wash away our troubles Single-handed focus on dreams meant for a life we had planned, not knowing where our path would lead, back when the future was yet reimagined Somehow we made it through twists … Continue reading Mother’s Pride
On a gray sky morning the wind calls as if to mimic gods hidden behind heavy clouds Honey drips overflowing from hives I watch as it pools on the ground beneath the bees are too busy burying their queen to notice Far across the bay a seagull dives and for a moment disappears beneath the surface My eyes follow a fish as it struggles while … Continue reading Gray Sky Morning
Some people long for blooming darkness velvet blackness where the lonely seek cover with the eyes of a discarded doll even as spirits commune to hear each teardrop as it falls Some people long for endless accolades syrupy sweetness encased in lyrics that lie to invent personas which claim there is more than meets the eye even as spirits commune to compose writings that speak … Continue reading Long Ride Home
Inside my second destiny the world is touch and go blessed by creativity and cursed by the wear and tear of whys and wherefores navigating stepping stones between pretty pools and violent seas knowing I’m seconds away from drowning in dreams that are all at once innocent and maniacal taunting with signposts painted in invisible ink labelled This Way To Your Future photo: mine prompts: … Continue reading Inbetween
She dreams in words and phrases A rhythm tapping a beat in search of lyrics Pictures in her mind arrive in waves that crash and recede She prays they will return and envelop her in holy waters Sometimes she navigates her thoughts as the storm rages Sometimes she treads water waiting for the soft sea to whisper At times she … Continue reading Writing Process
Time stood still in this place where that which was will always be Bitterness incubates as silent expectations ricochet across unanswered prayers A community borne of common misgivings bands together in unified disappointment And in the name of change, those storm clouds gather When the ways of old wrinkle, distorted by nuances some don’t understand the fabric of tradition tears and bleeds blackened … Continue reading Broken Traditions
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Drink they said Offering the sweet spirits from the Fountain of Youth My refusal made clear as the ornate goblet crashed to the ground Wouldn’t trade shiny locks, long and luscious for my ever emerging streaks of gray Not for a moment would I take back these fine lines creeping across my face I welcome these new aches and… Continue reading Sweetest Wine
As a teacher in a Catholic school, I was required to attend a safety meeting last week. It was held in a church and two retired law enforcement personnel taught us what to do if there was an active shooter during mass. While an important discussion, I was struck by the contrast of the topic in a place that is supposed to be one of … Continue reading Just In Case
knowing in loneliness knowing in loving She waits balancing the distance between nowhere and here She waits points on a map disappear as time nullifies miles and minutes and minutia she wages war against desperation and wills the waves to stop rolling and waits standing alone as cold winds blow she feels the warmth of Spring even … Continue reading Love Perseveres
