Minutes tick away as my shadow soul sails under the new moon glazed with a hint of joy I write your name in neon white and frame it with jewels collected from the morning rain I snap open this pandora’s box What will be will be but this moment depends on you A prelude to every song we will sing together photo: Pixabay prompts: Go … Continue reading Prelude
Remember when you and I looked both ways in search of tomorrow’s promises Giving and receiving all those second chances and when they ran out, we parted friends blessed with memories of a lifetime This lifetime framed with our photographs, the ones that captured shared hopes and dreams and marked with twists and turns that brought us to this day A chance meeting, a forgotten … Continue reading What Once Was
Vulnerabilities as treasures collected Unafraid to begin again, again Masterpieces painted with each imperfection Mysteries hidden among the unexpected Celebrating those cracks every now and then Vulnerabilities as treasures collected With new eyes, we see the world as it was What is could be, all that we are making Unafraid to begin again, again Slipping through each flaw to rewrite those rules We are the … Continue reading Beauty and Imperfection
The mind is a creature wandering in spaces between awe-inspiring light and absolute darkness It spools polychromatic prisms just to skew what we think of as real Perhaps to force us to think of things from a different point of view, it makes polka-dots of what was once striped and fragile that which was always armored And somewhere in those mystical margins we discover even … Continue reading The Mind and Other Strange Creatures
been busy chasing illusions after midnight just to set them free free to discover if the bite of that cherry is as sweet as the forbidden apple and then I remember that’s why we dream alone photo: Pixabay Continue reading Dreaming
We lock eyes each day that stranger in the mirror and I She smirks as I wince at the wrinkled reflection Who is that woman with strands of silver falling across aging eyes? She follows me as I walk swiftly down the path by the sea Silly thing, she struggles to keep up I bend and twist and reach … Continue reading Self Reflection
These demons devour — eating from the inside out as I record each bite They drip, spilling from my open mouth onto an unblemished white page swirling, slashing, satisfying the need to leave their mark to adorn the blank page with twisted threads This, the ultimate poetic escape photo: Pixabay prompts: Deedster, Poetry Super Highway, Poetic Asides Continue reading Poetic Escapes
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
Stop to admire the playful fox cunning mischief unorthodox Crafty, some might say creative This skilled hunter prowls the native folk on city blocks Beware images eyes may see Deception varies to this degree when trapped in the lure of beauty That old fox collects his booty when the prey flees photo and prompt: OctPoWriMo Continue reading Crazy Like A Fox
Imagination stands in the road, conducting music, ubiquitous as a little girl dreams She is a prima ballerina dancing in the clouds Rain, no match as she clutches her skirt in her hands Her steps measured, softened by the mist Arabesque, En Avant, Chassé Her arms hold a dozen invisible roses as she moves… chassé, chassé Skies simmer as she raises her sapling … Continue reading Little Ballerina
Greedy. Insatiable. Gluttonous purveyor of the unobtainable. A collector of knowledge stacked to the sky like a house of cards leaning into the wind. I devoured insight like a wolf scraping every bit from brittle bones. I consumed opportunities for observation until I lost sight. A sage devoid of soul. An attempt to grow stunted by failure to think outside that crystal box. My delight … Continue reading Arrogance
Elusive, like shadows in the water Static electricity that hums just before it sparks A vanishing point that disappears just beyond awareness There’s an invisibility to it, this connection A chain-reaction that builds as one after another after another is born to women who are sisters, to women who are daughters in a family creating its own legacy Bonds illuminated by the blood they share … Continue reading Family Ties
When we are apart I lose sight of my center I speak to angels searching for the sound of your voice whispering above the clouds photo: mine prompt: Three Words A Day Continue reading Waiting
Sometimes I slip back to that place where troubles can’t intrude My mother’s garden, filled with flowers and lace In need of respite from life’s fast pace I wander and let waves wash over this unsettled mood Sometimes I slip back to that place In search of comfort, it’s childhood footsteps I trace to release these problems I’ve accrued My mother’s garden, filled with flowers … Continue reading Going Home
At first touch, minute by minute worlds are created built on foundations made from words slipped from mouths tasting new experiences With focused attention lingering on the unimportant the solid base is just an illusion bidding time on shaking ground as idle hours, lost forever, pass by Ah, but the power these words hold Promises laid bare, warm and soft so blind to the possibility … Continue reading Bitter Truths
Better to be lost than found slipping into places where hard lines blur Rhythmic denial expected, a final proving ground Languid days designed to confound as impish ways sacrifice succor Better to be lost than found Rough and raw experiences abound Lessons learned no matter what may occur Rhythmic denial expected, this final proving ground High-pitched screaming such an eerie sound when mixed with … Continue reading Proving Grounds
A simple “Dear John” letter would not do No, not this time His skewered heart, a satisfying goodbye photo: Roman Kraft prompt: 3LineTales Continue reading Final Goodbye
She suffers in silence, alone Her outward appearance, deceptive as her body wages war on itself crippling joints, a slow-motion stranglehold Her outward appearance, deceptive Some days are good while others succumb to that slow-motion stranglehold as it tightens its grip Her counter attack, a cornucopia of pills — yellow, pink, orange Still, some days are good enough to balance those when she … Continue reading Silent Battles
In a life sometimes too busy we forget to remember In the hum and buzz of this noisy world we forget to listen If simple progress is one step forward and two steps back we can forget to dream If we aren’t careful tomorrow might be far too late So tonight meet me under the stars we’ll share a winter’s kiss If this day creates … Continue reading An Accidental Life
From the outside looking in, it seemed innocuous a world within worlds, safe if not circumspect That’s the beauty of illusion Swirling colors hide the dirt beneath And so I fell down that rabbit hole and devoured each mushroom I could find, served on pristine doilies carefully covering plates laden with filth Tea, sugary sweet as it scalded my throat Oh, how the players beckoned, … Continue reading Madness
Thankful for her free spirit She is oblivious to the stares as knowing glances are exchanged and snarky smirks are barely disguised What does it say when those that remind our children to be kind delight tearing down the quirkiness of another? I suppose it is human nature, that fragile façade, to condemn those that are different from what society dictates as “normal” Hypocrisy lurks … Continue reading Hypocrisy
Abandoned by the side of the congested street It was well used, faded red streamers ensnared in rusted handlebars whipping in the wind as if trying to capture freedom This child’s toy, a delicate identity, defined innocence and demanded notice discarded among overgrown shrubs and broken windows Careful observation of the world to which I belong tells stories I sometimes wish to ignore – still, … Continue reading Mandated Reporter
