The Cellos’ Arc Juxtaposition in the first verse of the tune, the cellos’ lilt like a dance, but their haunting tones tell another story beneath the surface— how the tale will end with the promises shared in the song’s first rhythms, not held until…

Internally the turmoil is unforgiven. The root of the pain stems from the unknown. Unresolved issues from my past are dormant. A blank slate void of laughter, joy, or pain. As night falls intuitive visions flood my mind. As the sun rises exhaustion takes over…

Charcoal clouds overcame the sun that June morning and swept over the land covering, smothering hope.   The heavens wept and the angels cried for the unwanted,  who would now be born to live lonely lives.  The sun,  exhausted, slipped away and the moon filled the…

God created a pasture of pink. Cherry colored flowers sprawled across a hillside. Crimson leaves on a lone tree. Burgundy hues against a blue sky. “Look,” said God, “a spectrum. From the light laughter of pink to a deep, brooding burgundy, I am the artist…

 Hour 3: It is a Purple Day   My daughter says: When I went to bed, it was 2022. When I woke up, it was 1972. and  purple orchids bend to wind under bruised sky and inside, the house simmers in fragrance  I bath slices…

From the hour three photo prompt:

Hour Three: Shades I saw amber waves of grain in a dream it must have been for they stretched for miles, so far, coast to coast, it seemed, and overtook all means to stop them. Fruitful, they were, multiplying by the thousands, millions even, standing…

The water feels cold Like the blood that coarses through my veins Or so that’s what they tell me That’s how I seem to come off Never understanding why   Do they think it’s possible to adjust my temperature Do they think it gets warmer…

Taking in the dense urban air Suddenly, I pause In the distance, I see it, standing tall Immediately, I knew I wanted to hike Up this beautiful looking mountain, so close, yet so far removed As I walk towards it, a first time visitor to…

The Only Boy I Love The only boy I love likes La la land and Mimosa. The flower not the drink. Or maybe both,                I never asked him and it amazes me how we still have so many…