Breaking down in the breaking dawn, I search the silence silence searching seasoned souls souls drifting, drifting towards the abyss the abyss that beckons Breaking down in the breaking dawn, I listen to the silence echo echo against walls resurrected resurrected as cross words are spoken spoken until there is nothing left to say Breaking down in the breaking dawn, I embrace the chaos chaos … Continue reading Breaking Down
On this spectacular day so stunning in its beauty it takes your breath away I heard the news Such announcements should arrive on the edge of storm clouds Dark and angry Throwing daggers of electricity at a dark night With howling winds cursing the skies And crashing rolls of thunder calling his name The air should be heavy with sorrow Concealing the sun that should … Continue reading Ray
Searching each face for signs of absolution a welcome pursuit as she chases fate The crowd gathers in silence, a ceremonial arrival as she eases into dirty water A welcome pursuit as she chases fate Anticipation seizes unholy energy, always the same ritual in this current climate That black water won’t wash away her sins Anticipation seizes unholy energy as each gathers a stone That … Continue reading Signs of Absolution
I’ve lost my place caught out here on purgatory road I’m stuck in reverse in this tunnel with no end in this tunnel with no beginning The beginning before everything was dismantled and disguised Should have known when you called me by her name Black-inked tattoo with the last of our money My heart full of hunger My soul full of need I had given … Continue reading A Place to Belong
A moment to be wistful to linger in the in-between, caught by spectacular vistas and rising tides Searching for solace by sunflower petals, faded and tristful tenuous steps shaken by sorrow’s onslaught a moment to be wistful Releasing rainbows, the god’s hand abides with wisdom to reach a soul destined to linger in the in-between, caught Burdens lifted by simple beauty a chance to renew, … Continue reading On Second Thought
wind-driven waves crash against the shore shooting salt spray high above jagged rocks gulls cry and seem to tumble from angry skies they swoop into the swirling surf to snatch silvery fish I watch them, not yet dead as they wriggle in the bird’s claws a sight that fills me with dread the chill refuses to dissipate even as the sun shoots broken beams of … Continue reading Conservation
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
healing waters caressing a lonely shore healing hearts meant to mend mend a spinning mind mend tiny scars scars buried too deep scars open and bleeding bleeding to release the poison bleeding to wash away the pain pain beneath the surface pain all too consuming consuming everything consuming nothing nothing to do but wait nothing to do but wait wait for this to pass wait … Continue reading Tranquility Cove – #writephoto
Topaz sunlight sparkles across years bent with age November love still fresh with the scent of falling leaves Poems penned on scraps of paper still span moments between then and now and before and after and young and old when you were you and I was me and the world was innocent Chance meeting — a chariot meant to break the silence moving across time … Continue reading First Crush
Alone now, she lives in her dreams stuck in the world she used to know softened by those broken sunbeams she whispers goodbye and hello Stuck in the world she used to know memories of love and loss and war She whispers goodbye and hello missing her love, her troubadour Memories of love and loss and war her constant companion, it seems Missing her love, … Continue reading Avenoir
If I could somehow control time how bells would chime we’d capture hope to help us cope Each day a new beginning always winning no wars to face no cures to chase The future would hold forever loss, never ever no tears to cry no more goodbyes If I could control time photo: Flickr/Carolyn Hall prompt: #OctPoWriMo2018 – Day 20 Continue reading Chasing Time
If I were you I might be nervous If I were you I might be afraid afraid that your carefully constructed facade is cracked afraid to face the face in the mirror that never lies lies told again and again don’t make truth lies told for purposes of your own making making false realities that lead to failure making choices that you own own up … Continue reading Afraid of Alone
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
Serenity found in balancing layers Memories of grace Moments of honesty Times when willows wept at night tracking tears of the misguided Times when winds danced with the rising sun trafficking unadulterated joy Honesty colors this retrospective in hues we seek to keep Peace paints the perfect picture photo: mine (My son and I in Sedona) prompts: Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie … Continue reading Tandem Masterpiece
She arranged them on a slip of lace these delicate teacups with daisies dancing on fields of green She smashed each with a heavy hammer reveling in its weight as she swung and found purchase She held a vision a death and rebirth this cycle of renewal, endless and even as she woke she felt its burden photo: pxhere prompts: #NaPoWriMo, Poetic Asides, … Continue reading Teacup Dreams
My collection of angels gathers dust long-forgotten on that shelf just out of reach Each one a token of who I was and who I am they wait patiently for a turn to act as protector to act as reminder sometimes to act as a voice whispering in my ear One stands proud her porcelain skin gleaming her arms reaching out toward the heavens … Continue reading Broken Angel
To celebrate a birth once confined to the shadows To rejoice in those who capture the scent of touch wafting over communities This is the future No longer content to be nameless No longer willing to be victims named Faceless Now and forever, lives to be treasured This is our future To make sure they live again in hearts, in … Continue reading In Solidarity
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
Daydreaming I seek meaningful reflection I reach for realms that feather reality a gentle touch that calms a fragile soul I let possibilities beguile I soften a weary heart washed with the lure of what could be I am hypnotized I am open as hope shakes off a cold embrace I reject failure and delusion I whisper a mantra of sweet peace photo: mine prompts: … Continue reading Daydreaming
I found myself in the ruins again a barren landscape, that wasteland of the past somehow both haunting and familiar The angel on my shoulder endeavored to find reprieve as I struggled to breathe, struggled to find the horizon She stirred stagnant air, beating torn wings with the honed perfection unending practice brings My constant companion, albeit sometimes under protest, she whispered advice knowing I … Continue reading On Wings
A mother’s mission to protect her child She holds him above the fray, the inhumanity in this place where good and evil are reconciled knowing claims of decency present as beguiled profanity Her tender love and warrior spirit juxtaposed At one moment encouraging him to fly while her heavy arms resist letting go, letting go, letting go Bitter and sweet, this role nature has … Continue reading Mother’s Love
truth silenced in the confessional rumor of prayer rumor of mercy she does not speak of nightmares instead she paints the sky truth established in tradition rumor of meandering boundaries rumor of desiccated trust she does not speak of crossed lines instead she watches eagles fly truth scorched in layers of disbelief rumor of auspicious intentions rumor of … Continue reading With Hope
