PROMPT #1 – Hour 1 One way in, one way out The cries of my family echo through dread forests filled with rough graves If I step on the road I will have to walk in One way in, one way out To leave…

He saw me He saw me with scars over my eyes Gauged by those who would keep me down He saw the hemorrhaging from a thousand cuts He saw the weight of a life in service To a band of emotional thieves He wrapped a…

Troubled Wings A darkness of ravens Harbingers of evils Past and present Encircle the night Battling archaic enchantments Awaiting a new dawn [Inspired by the image]

rain again brings up metal roof tappings muddy moments near the door woodchucks moved away   overgrown green madness visiting flowers now seen leaves reaching and waving over windows this new view   tall lean pines appear sad as lower limbs lose color hoping for…

Do we Can we Drop our past Let it drop Like a cloak Silkenly Silently To the ground Shed our skin To be reborn cracking out Of our dry and dusty Layers Do we Can we Become new By ridding ourselves Of old.

One goes, Another comes, Life goes on,   A seed sown today A plant grown tomorrow A memory from the day someone was lost   At the edge of a field, kneeling down in the grass A form of remembrance on his death anniversary As…

I now know what heartbroken means Ireland my seventeen year companion passed In my arms breathing her last Eyes unseeing no longer sparking life I clutched her to my breast I cried tears my heart breaking Her lifeless body laid to rest Ireland forever in…

finding them hiding i don’t know how Rueben knew they were there but he did somehow sensing he’s always been good with live things bringing home frogs & birds & countless other creatures to the safety of his heart before always … letting them go…

Whether the dawn spills Slowly as winter honey over the land Or it escapes night’s grasp And leaps for freedom Skipping Along the edges Of lapis clouds Against cerulean skies I greet each day As another chance To get right What it means to be…

Early Morning Thoughts: Hour 1 6am September 2, 2023 Waking up, coffee in hand, the sun still isn’t here, rain clouds coat the sky in layers of silver linings and potential. I am exactly where I need to be, even if I cannot   name this…