Hold Me In This Vessel

  Sixth Hour Hold Me In This Vessel My life is suffering so much stress, I’ve fallen down, things are just a mess. When I tried to pick up the pieces, it was clear, it’s just a test. This body is broken, my joints are…

prompt for hour four

you are there ___________ city sky with only a smattering of stars no wonder our dreams have shrunk to rectangular ones we hold in our hands. to see the infinite – a place surpassing limits we are but specks in the vastness where possibilities abound…

I Have No Patience

I have no patience For complicated recipes I get hungry quickly Make it pretty but fast   I have no patience For willful ignorance I know that can be remedied Educate yourself one way or another   I have no patience For those who make…

4. THE MOST BEAUTIFUL

4  The most beautiful   Her tresses, aglow and aflame, framed by the backdrop of the blood moon.   Breathtakingly beautiful, I stare at her, my heart beating faster. In awe of her beauty, the blood moon hides behind a cloud, shy.   Her breath…

Random Thoughts

It’s easy to skip breakfast if you don’t get up till noon. Nike’s snoring. Do they make CPAPs for dogs? Whose idea was it to name the white cake Angel Food and the dark cake Devil’s Food? And what about that sinister left hand? Of…

I am

I am The smile that forms When I hear my favorite song   I am The sparkle in my eye When I explore uncharted territory   I am The sound of my voice When I talk about something I love   I am The laughter…

Hour 4 – Nectar

I see you as a butterfly as a momentary blur of color a good omen resting momentarily coy and stunning among the silky primrose petals set off by verdant green drinking in the bouquet before bowing and lilting away   I see you as a…

Simply Believe

  Drawn to His sweetness like a butterfly to nectar or a moth to a flame Tender compassion meeting eyes holding back tears Offering genuine Love to cover and supersede pain His wide-open arms beg, trust me again Safety and sustenance Freely offered to me…

Your Green is Sullied by the Earth

Your green is sullied by the point of view of birds, Redeemed in a different angle That sees you blue. They hug you and you carry them. But every so often, You blacken that which you nurture, Spit on the face of an adventurer, Thinking,…

Moorage

Anchored and waiting calm seas under marble-blue sky dreaming about land Archipelagos long to sail on oceans wide leave countries behind In the bay, we sleep our boat swaying with the waves and green-blue sea dreams   (22 June 2019, Hour 4)