Dust sparkles like frost on the window in this little piece of heaven where the quiet warrior sings of forgotten lands She’s a lonely orphan who learned to fly away from the cold, dark city where the air stifles and silence floats like a heavy blanket draped over subdued stars Now even her casual sigh charms birds from the trees And between the branches of … Continue reading Midnight’s Journey
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
Spring wriggles free of Old Man Winter’s grasp like a taste of lime and honey in afternoon tea. The perfect elixir to chase away those blues I see. Her warriors, the fuzzy yellow bumble bees, make sweet music in the garden over by the sea. Humming, buzzzzzzzing workers in groups of two and three. Oh Spring, Spring. She anoints the trees with gentle rains until … Continue reading Spring
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
Come walk with me We’ll wander through the forest where tattered thoughts and timeworn words are muted by a canopy of leaves, lush and green We’ll climb hills of dampened earth where tranquility sings a tune in time with the rushing river far below Up ahead where the path bends just out of sight there’s a place where the heavens paint the sky and sanctify … Continue reading Whispering Woods
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
They wield poison pens fancying themselves erudite erudite thirsty for power erudite scattering ignorance ignorance spread in minatory threads ignorance draped in a need for justice justice meted out by frigid hearts justice in desperate need of stark reflection reflection distorted in a puddle of shadows reflection disguising all that lies underneath underneath that need for revenge underneath that call for action action … Continue reading Erudite as Weakness
Today’s prompt from Tuesday Chatter: “Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow.” – Mary Anne Radmacher I couldn’t help but think of the brave and articulate students from Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida. Anything each of us can do to bring awareness to this movement is important. Here is … Continue reading Courage to Change
