awakened by my deadened Soul a Calling to the Cave an Icy entry into a room set for prayer with empty benches

Pink Four His hand in mine Colors the setting sky Blazing and reflecting back to warm every plucked blossom And this is forever In matching tulle rosettes And sandy feet.

Chained by time and choice, they move forward slower now, but still together.      

The strains of Danny Boy play shrill outside my window, my mind fills with unbidden images of sunlit glades and rocky, fissured shores, the sounds of battle cries, thoughts of long-lost loves.   It must be in my blood, this land my eyes have not…

Love is a Geppetto, and Wooden-mouthed dummies wish to be real – To smell musk sharp and familiar; To taste the salt of flesh; To hear damp, ragged breath against the ear; To see beads of sweat hanging from the hairline; To drag fingers along…

Coffee is …..life cream, not milk or sugar makes the cuppa tastes like morning sunshine smelling and sounding, like a wake-up call. Tim Hortons, Second Cup it tastes even better in the afternoon as a pick me up or would tea be better? Jitter juice,…

(Prompt response to Twenty Little Poetry Projects Prompt explanation of Twenty Little Poetry Projects rules at: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/the-poetry-marathon-prompts/prompt-for-hour-three-5) Hope is the thing with feathers She will not be able to speak, to see The time will come Merry will she not be What cannot be said…

Darkness is the absence of light. pitch black; silence null and void. shadows that cannot exist, but they do exist only in the darkness in the unexplored places of your mind.   Darkness is a blank mind. unthinking unfeeling no emotion no where to go…

Your house is like a witch’s cave, Which trust me, my friend, is just not okay, My aunt found one, so I know it’s true, She said it looked like gutter clutter and smelled of woodshop glue. Still she strode in, not her brightest decision,…

Silence hugs the room as she waits for words to fill the empty page. People around the world are doing the same in their homes. We are not giving up. We are going strong. Snacks piled next to us. Drinks at the ready. Typing fills…