I feel like the snake ready to shed my skin Away I feel like the caterpillar ready to leave my cocoon Too soon I smell the change of my vibrations Changes, lifes marvelous donations I smell my lifes regulations Trapped and free to a universally…

Laying on the mossy cool I watch the living skyscrapers Green and drooping with their Burdens of leafy bowers Scented cedars spreading their Carpet of soft needles The incense of the cool forest Delightfully assaulting my every sense As clouds sail through the periwinkle sky…

“Am I getting better, daddy?” she asks me. tubes and needles everywhere poking, intruding, drawing, taking, all without a moment’s respite. “Yes, you are, my little angel”, I lie to her with false alacrity.   “Am I getting better, daddy?” she asks me. chemicals that…

Don’t ask me how my trip went Don’t ask me what I bought Instead, let me tell you what I saw. While walking on the main street The heart of the city Behold, there stood a storefront With bold sign in the big gigantic letter…

Rooted in the dark resides the strongest call. Rooted in the night 95 percent of life is created. Rooted in our hearts is a respect for nature that goes untapped. Rooted in our minds is a pull to the natural world that surpasses our fascination…

Four Oaken walls with four stout logs, Gumboots on the porch, The scent of sourdough, fresh-baked, Wafting from the rustic storefront Picturesque in simplicity Beneath a periwinkle sky spread thin Across the trees Where deep within the forest A roving engine rumbles Spouting a thick…

so much depends upon the rock pile skyscraper against the periwinkle sky spread with streaks of sourdough cloud formations and a sunrise of good hope First line taken from William Carlos Williams ‘The Red Wheelbarrow’. Prompt – Use at least five of these words/phrases:  Forest…

You are beautiful. Standing lonely in the sky, In the pebbles of the holy streams, Against the palisades of adamant, out of a love poem that you used to know by heart. You are beautiful.   ( Source : last line cento from the poems…

Caught up! This is such a fun prompt to do. I’m not sure where I was trying to go so I just ended it somewhere.   Skyscraper, Cloud, Periwinkle, Needle, Spread   I poke finger with my needle Eyes widening as deep red  Hits periwinkle…

Tearstained eyes don’t cry any more. Cold numbness sets in, heavy heart weighs down a tired aching soul. Age doesn’t matter; the burden of sadness puts more years on than actual trips around the sun. One day to the next is unpredictable, steady resolve sometimes…