Rocking back and forth on the edge of a bed seemed childish and lacking patience, Until I saw them all rocking through the doors, in the rooms to the west of mine. Starting to understand why my world is not the only one, He, who…

Lightshine moisture rock, air full with petricor, a linked birdsong which reminds of Thra and any tepetl, the softly tune of tiring tires going from the road, grateful tears about leaves in trees, dried out for summer pending love in a tangling knot not embrace…

For what is worth, I woke on the good side of my bed My spines felt impulses and the brain knew The dusk spells out fog Like a tobacco weed elongating my sleep My hand spread out to the silky touch of the sheet Breathing…

No buzzing. No vibration, no noise, no melody. A pleasant stillness. A little ball of fur, Curled up by my side, Soft and peaceful. The smell of rain, perhaps. Mingling with the smell Of deep dark coffee. A chill in the air. The smoothness of…

Hour 6: And Sow, The Garden has Grown (an adapted villanelle)   The taste of the word love was ashes in my mouth. The chewed up, spit out fuel feeding someone else’s flaming desire. I sowed my garden with it, and things grew.   In…

2nd Hour The Grace To Blossom He gave me another chance, by grace, to blossom; to breathe again. knowing I would fall, he held the seeds of my new birth, and set them in a dry place. I withered and died.   Far from Him,…

Oh, Oaken Sentinel,  you alone know the secret of the heart carved so deep within your craggy flesh. As the blade cut into you, did you feel the heartache for a love that would not be? Was the pain assuaged by the passion you felt…

Started this one, then got distracted. Back in the nick of time! Hour 6 prompt: Write about your ideal day using only imagery and sensory details.

Ideal Day   Aroma nudges my nose and I roll over,  stretch arms and legs, reach out  feeling muscles twitch. On my feet,  I pour, mix and stir. Steam wafts,  tickling my nose, warmth down my throat  into my mid-section. I dress and pull clothes …

  Ah the richness wafting by my nose, food and drink springing me to my toes Echos of lively chatter, so many deep and profound thoughts to pose Hugged by a cool spring breeze to tickle hairs on our arms Such laughter, remembering days past…