Hour 5 – Image Prompt (2020) H.J

The dawn of the day, sweeps my worries away – And sheds light on some dreams long forgotten. Sullen no more; I am ready for the quest. Prepared to do my best, And reach the highest peaks. When the sun retreats, I will not cry;…

The Carver (Hour 5)

The carver I didn’t agree. Carving a tree seemed heartless to me. But you had gone into he-man mode. Your face was stony while you carved. Focused. Relentless. For all that, we have a small heart out of place on a somber tree. I might…

Hour 5

In this 5th hour I feel the need to say I am a black woman With black children Who matter to me. In this, the 5th hour… It is important that you see My black family is just as important as all you have produced…

Branches

cobweb tentacles dendrite feelers stretching, reaching doing what they know only through risk can we grow

Starting brand new

Realize my life is not going the way it was planned And when I followed what everyone else wanted… Let’s just say now I’m even more miserable Tired of playing by everyone else’s rules So now I am playing hard and my way Woke up…

God Sign

I hang my head with sadness Weighted heavy with contemplation I go for a meditative walk Head down Eyes to the ground One crunch Two crunch Three crunch Noticing, But really distracted But let’s say noticing Above A limb Communicating A heart shaped center Once…

The Whispers (Hour 5 Prompt 5)

Seeking the whispers of the wind,  I stretch beneath the trees. The day is still, the leaves don’t move, The tree branches lift high up to the sky. The birds tweet their melodies, songs glorious to the ear. A car moves its way on distant…

Hour 5: Prompt 5: Serenity

Calm like the cat  who finally decides to stop chasing the prey; the dog who finally uncovers his lost bone only to realize he saved it for this special day; the turtle who stops swimming to enjoy the crashing sounds of the emotions held within…

The High Blue Sea (Sonnet 15)

Now sailing on a white sea above thou Knowing I can only be farther still As I look to see what is not there now, I wonder how long ‘til life my sight fill. Giver of life in one form do I rest, And here…