I’m sticking buttons into the shape of a hot air balloon on a wooden sign all pastel colours because I feel like anything more would detract from the loftiness I’m practicing doing things without overanalysing them so I’m not too worried about the hot air…

I exist in a place Where tears which won’t evaporate Run like rivers Down my puffy cheeks.   A place where truths are but fairytales Never to be believed.   ~And my Knight in Shining Armour has a Rusty Heart.

again, the end Stayed up twenty-four to write all my poetry and eight more to start… noq I will soask in my bath as sunrise writes its poem ©Ardelle Hollis Ray

Where is the bright tomorrow In the wake of this aftermath With so many tears of sorrow On the ground where peace once sat What we hold in our hearts and hands Is the daily struggle to understand The reasoning of the wicked mind With…

We seem to be at the end. But don’t they say the end is just another beginning? So much talk concerns ending. Beginnings get their fair share too. But the middles are truly left out. The great parts that are perfect as they happen But…

Ultimacy is more unusual than we suspect, and seldom announced as clearly as we need. The last day of school is memorable, but   the last you made love before the breakup may have missed notice. Who can remember the last time they walked the…

I’m up. I’m up. My eyes drift close again. I’m up! The house is quiet. Every one is asleep. As I struggle to pull words out One by one.

The road ends To a destination If not Then a decision To begin again   The dream ends To wake us up To turn them true Create something new   A life ends Makes us realize Everything will be left So live in the while…

There is beauty in observation, a lover lying on the bed asleep, a child running across the grass to give someone a hug, a brother proposing to his girlfriend, happiness can silence observers of it, and it lingers everywhere, happiness in the smiles, happiness in…

Fields of gold surround me, for acres on acres. The way the meadows sway to the whims of the wind, it’s like a dance, a conversation. Birds chirping cheers, adding music to the dance encouraging, singing in the language of nature. And under the shade…