A million stars illustrate possibilities a row of white oleander sets boundaries words from ancient texts to share wisdom pages torn from the daily news to define contrast A balance swinging good and evil right and wrong gain and loss eternity rolls choices rock infinity rules with pure energy photo: Pixabay prompts: Poets on the Page, Five Minute Fridays/Write 31 Days, WP Daily Post, Verse … Continue reading Balance
And when the elements of what makes a life meaningful collapse and the compass you, yourself, created is guided by a broken needle, those questions you’ve been avoiding must be asked Forever isn’t found in yesterday and tomorrow holds no promise unless you find the strength to revise your true purpose and revive those lost intentions patiently waiting to guide you back to a … Continue reading Broken Compass
Stuck in a perpetual dress rehearsal she dances until her feet bleed, examining missteps as she strives for perfection, a new test If she could rewrite history and choreograph a new routine, her recovery would reveal a grand curtain call as her spotlight fades into the sunset photo: Pixabay prompts: Verse Reversal, Drug Verse, Wylde Verse, Madverse Continue reading Spotlight
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
I will remember you tonight and always as I slip into reverie and darkness meets light You haunt every corner I remember In the space where laughter and tears meld and anything is possible Where dreams and reality are equal and balanced I remember When letting go is never an option and I seek respite from this sorrow heavy and laden with the thorns of … Continue reading I Remember
Charged with an innate need to create beauty I gather scraps abandoned by foolish pride and assemble into something those willing to be charmed can see I cast a spell, my covenant of clarity I cast a spell, my promise of hope I draw my circle in the sand and invite you to step inside A desire to see order in chaos or artistry in … Continue reading Beauty
Not because possible disappointments hang in the air, stagnant and stifling Not because possible changes hover in the shadows, imminent and impending Not because possible endings hide in plain sight, teasing and tormenting but because in the quiet of these moments I hear the music that orchestrates my future Because those closing doors open a million windows, crystal and clear Because those new adventures offer … Continue reading Open Doors
