Hour 13

Slowly catching up.   Hour 13   Some days I wonder if I should’ve sent that text Because now we have spoken at all in over a year And maybe you were a bit shit at responding But when we held conversations  I thought you…

Past Midnight

Moon glow casts shadows on the closet door— geometric watercolors that flicker. I watch them for a while before turning toward the window and the grace of your bare arm: a luminous silhouette. My gaze travels along the smooth and curve of you, and finally…

4:something am

  If I don’t wake up they stay in my head Instead of hiding under blankets and behind pillows Get out of bed Sneaking away to dance with prose In a lovely game of chance Hoping somewhere in here will be a gem Amongst words…

More Winging It

Time again to just go flow I’ve gotten awful tired and my eyes burn. Yes, I suffer with chronic dry eyes. My eyes burn so bad they can’t even cry. I have eye drops upstairs but I don’t feel like climbing them just yet. after…

Sunshine (Poem 19)

  Sunshine in summer Dry day Humid weather   Sunshine in winter Pleasant day Respite from the cold   Sunshine in autumn Matches the foliage Eye candy for the soul   Sunshine in spring Neither good nor bad Better than one, bearable to step out…

Hour 17 image prompt late (17?) – flamingo

I forgot to summon Words for sweet pink demons Who light on feathered wings And stare with devil’s mischief Shrimp demons of swamp and sand Flamingo queen of evil Bright pink and brilliant eyes Colored like a flower In devious disguise

104 clover leaves

I sat in the grass Hoping to find A way to bring you back So one of a kind I searched for answers In the sky Tiny dancers Shed the light I found 26 four leaf clovers And composed them into art Our story isn’t…

Kaleidoscope

The image is a swirl of pinks and peaches, fractals, foxing the brain, colluding against the senses. The exotic flower cushioned around a long black anther is a flamingo momentarily.  

Hour 19: Mist

The mist encircles me, envelopes me, consumes me Oozes into every nook and cranny, into the very fiber of my being Suffocating me, choking me, silencing me This cold, bitter shroud