almost close enough to touch out in this barren land where the song of the whistling robin is muffled by damp and cold these last vestiges of winter linger as I fall to my knees and pry loose petals captured by early April snow earthen clay clings to my chapped skin is it no wonder that I take secret pleasure in outwitting this … Continue reading Spring
Sunday Writing Prompt 242 A second hand rocking chair alone in the corner keeper of secrets collector of memories a safe place to retreat from the madness within Its curved arms warped by time welcome those who hunger for comfort Its curved rockers sway without sound boundless in soothing repose and when the urge to follow despair beckons and … Continue reading Contemplating Patience
I believe you I understand the power of silence Silence sometimes bathed in hostility Silence sometimes viewed from the inside looking out Out of need driven by organized chaos Out of necessity dictated by denial Denial blossoms in a closet of secrets Denial weaves webs of misdirected power Power destroyed by me Power destroyed by you You join the chorus as I sing your … Continue reading Silence of Truth
Take me to that place the shelter from this storm Gratitude mimics need as I try to find space Somewhere in the mist my walk becomes a chase I search for you by the pine and pebbles as my thoughts swarm Take me to that place I lose my breath as bells chime and my heart keeps pace Wilted petals dropped by the … Continue reading Dreams and Nightmares
Could it be that the sum of twisted experiences culminate in the ultimate self-sacrifice? When cords, those tenuous threads, that tie reality and perception together break a broken mind resists strangling tacit explanations as voices scream down every corridor She prefers to embrace anarchy as even simple beauty is swallowed by inky blackness Why else would there be a meadow of beautiful flowers growing in … Continue reading Breakdown
To the dark and dreary, I acquiesce A steel grey sky harbors silence, grieving and I regress, lost in proper pain and process Aware as storm clouds gather, scheming A steel grey sky harbors silence, streaming and of hummingbirds and summer’s warmth, I obsess to chase away this chill I’m feeling Poking at demons dancing in lukewarm tea without success And of hummingbirds and summer’s … Continue reading Winter’s Grasp
Delayed for far too long I yearn for your warmth Dreaming of long walks in forests as you awaken, erupting with life anew Rejoicing with visions of jumping in muddy puddles after your soft rains fall Joining the group by the pier, I will wait to watch you paint your scarlet sunsets The silence between us is over Enough time waiting, I celebrate your return … Continue reading Anticipation
