Prompt 6- Tasks

I want to fall to see where it takes me Instead I scurry to the next rock and leap on faith hoping it will contain me for today

Hour 6: Process

A little step is a process Everyone has their own steps No need to rush We will reach the other side at the right time Enjoy the process Feel the breeze while sipping a hot coffee Relax your mind Take some breath Prepare your heart…

Hour 6: Treaty People Gathering – June 5-8, 2021

Marching slowly with the Treaty People Towards the headwaters Of the Mississippi To support water protectors Who put themselves in harm’s way To save water and the sacred land.   Feet sometimes trip Over each other So we stop to rest And rehydrate In the…

Hour 6 – The Lilacs & My Mother

In the early morning sun, the  Scent of the lilacs wafts into my Bedroom. I rearrange my whole  Space to move the bed closer,  Envelop myself in the comfort Of the smell I have always Associated with my mother.    In the shifting light of…

ABANDONED RINGS

ABANDONED RINGS      (hour 6)   Why did they take them off, those wedding rings?  There’s two sets – gold and thin, piled together on the forest green placemat, alongside the glass vase with dusty eucalyptus. The candle is not lit.  The coaster has no wine…

A sky full of stars

Each one has its own story millions of years old waiting for its corresponding person to fill the void it long since forgot.   They all go through the same cycle. Come of age, learn to make it in a world designed to break them,…

What is time

Man made Creationists made White Christianity made It does not exist And yet so many are enslaved by it

Hour 6 – Red Light Musings (image prompt)

Outside the car Inside the water I see a ladder to nowhere. If I could climb it, do you think I could find Where nowhere truly is? Could I curl up in nowhere And rest at last Away from those who hurt me? Does nowhere…

Villanelle to New Beginnings

There is more hope in the future than you could believe, walking on roads that make you unsure- but you fear falling stagant once you let yourself grieve.   You have plans taking shape and dreams you spin and weave, intentions and ideals almost pure….

A Mediums Life Sacrificed

The seventh hour— time fulfills Each moment, each hour, every geist Awakening ancient powers and skills Only brought to remembrance when enticed   Lifted from times very essence Ones knowledge is valued and priced For the origins very own potence Is found when a mediums…