World, my amazing World, you sustained me When death came near. Winds first rustling in wild torrents flew me To the hospital, where waiting doctors listened for Sirens above the whoosh. Water iced over in silver-white edges cracked in support and Traction in the frenzy…

Her sorrow is as low as below sea level, but her faith is like a promised life of eternity. Her heart is as peaceful as love brings like still waters upon an ocean at ease. Her joy is a journey beyond the path that eyes…

You are my earth, the place I planted my heart.   Your breath, my wind, carried words of love into my needing ears.   Your passion, ignited my fire, it consumes my skin.   Your touch, water to my parched skin.   You are elemental…

I contain the Universe within. I am starstuff, the fires of the sun burn along every nerve and flash of thought. With every breath I steal the air from your chest. I am rooted to the earth with each step, Gaia lives in my hardened…

gentle shadows alert me to darkness of my apartment. reaching for my new cane, I hobble to the bathroom, wash my face, reflect on early hour eyelids, step into the kitchen, fill the blue kettle, boil water while I wash last night’s dishes. I hear…

From dust to dust I shall return to earth, imperfect because, My earthly soul is masked with pretension and sin In a quick sweep of the wind, My spirit becomes mellow and meek, flexible and obedient And when on fire, my body is in hell…

Prompt for Hour One I am a child of— by willjxn I am a child of the winds; Born in the fires of countless suns, Heaven traveled, Earthbound, Rain lent. I am a child of of the earth; Born of moistened clay, Family rooted, Water…

It’s not always easy getting up to squint toward sunset’s fireball. This time of year, even the mossy footpaths have dried to dirt, and blow harmless tornado bouquets. The scent of alder mixes with the sweat of the horse who is running uphill toward forests…

Like a phoenix the fire burnt me With the winds my ash prevailed, Mixed with water they painted their heads with my ash while going for a war, The war which is supposed to be fought on the wax grounds, Wax will flow from the…

Caroline to Henri   “Henri, I’m right here. Ici!” She lounges on the sofa Naked and bare Waiting for the artist But he doesn’t care   For what he sees At that moment At that time Is not the beauty, Simply a paradigm   He…