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
Sightless I am lost in reverie Thoughts undulate like tentacles grasping memories in the ashes of a fire I set long ago photo: Pexels prompts: In Other Words, #TastyPoem, #FebruaryFalls18, Continue reading Indiscriminate Musings
A curious power — finding magic hiding between the thorn and the rose with wounded words found in rain-soaked cities and wide-open fields between walls of glass that sparkle before dawn smudges and distorts clear blue skies the lonely poet wears a cloak meant for the malefactor he lurks in the shadows waiting to steal beauty from the grotesque restless … Continue reading Poetry Conceived
Demise beneath broken skies a cacophony of strident voices sentenced her to die by morning She’d be drowned in a well of shadows as the death bell tolled under a crimson moon such a hollow ring, a hollow ring Trust and love, a subterfuge Clandestine meetings in that old church passionate embraces beneath favissa and pooling wax Her lover unlaced her corset with gentle … Continue reading Accused
Because it isn’t about words… these poems we create these songs we write these stories we tell It isn’t about words that hold no power They can’t begin to exist until we, the writers, trust enough to let go to find the place where they become something more Words don’t matter Not without tears from shattered hearts or blood on … Continue reading More than Words
Barraged by noise, the clanging and banging sounds of industry insidiously creeping into every corner, every moment, every thought I lost the ability to find silence and when faced with adversity, issues and challenges relentless in their pursuit of chaos, of turmoil, of white-hot anger, of well-planned revenge I lost perspective I met a woman once by chance as we shared the same road Content … Continue reading By Chance
Sultry days retreat into cool nights where stars explode on velvet ink skies. We slip down that old dirt road past the soaring birch dropping its golden leaves to collect dew covered one-eyed susans before frost claims their waning blooms. Like runaway children, we laugh as we traipse through the mud to reach the top of the hill that overlooks the sea below, pointing to … Continue reading Change of Season
Gifted by time’s sweet perspective, twists and turns defined a solitary kiss To heal the hurt, his simple objective a lingering embrace, a rescue from the abyss And in that moment when time stood still, when faith and trust meant letting go I felt these intentions of his A connection meant to chase away that chill A chance to erase the trials of long ago … Continue reading Ode to a Kiss
It’s a blessing, this indecision No more hesitating to count what’s mine although a tear may blur my vision This choice, a final baseline No more hesitating to count what’s mine I’ll erase those mistakes and call it revision This choice, my final baseline for a future free of derision I’ll erase those mistakes and call it revision Surely a gift from above, some kind … Continue reading Gift of Indecision
Takes time to bury roots that seek a place to hold Struggle feeds wisdom Memories as fierce storms rage urge tender saplings to bend Resilience rewards even the weak sapling with a strong foundation Roots grow, given enough time to create mighty forests photo and prompt: #weekly tanka challenge – 53, WordPress Daily Post Continue reading Lessons Learned
Funny how years can melt away, slipping down those walls we built. A shared smile slipped in the locks of time and toggled open each yesterday. We fell into a familiar routine, one that lived in a place before a hinged door hesitated and shut with a whispered click. That day of goodbyes, the one roaming the corners of my mind, tugged on tethers we spent … Continue reading Bridging Time
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
