(for Onweald) By Sandy Lender   Mellada glides through the halls of the hiding Searching the quiet and with her time biding Her women in waiting are noiselessly crying Under the thundering of crashes subsiding   The walls of the halls with seawater dripping Sheltering,…

on the mainland, it’s a dichotomy but in the island paradise just below, they share the exact same definition. it’s a walking paradox of a term that means nothing unless you derive it. i won’t waste my time saying it to you because i’m already…

Slowly, piece by piece it unravels for you. Inch by inch it gives, slipping ribbon sliding down, rustling paper, and the box. And within the box, my love, all of it, carefully gift-wrapped, strong and fragile and sweet, handle with care, use often, feel it…

The end of all things Begins with yet another Another not like any other But still the same Still devoid of everything Everything in it’s nothingness Nothing isn’t a something But yet still remains This offered gift strangely unfulfilling Unfulfilled in it’s completion Yet full…

Gifted, they say, when some innate interests shine through the mundane.   Gifted, they ought to say, is the one who basks in the nuance of a detailed existence.   You could gift me the world, and I would wonder at all its secrets yet…

Hoping for a summer storm A long slow day at home No one needs to hear my voice They know I wrote some poems   Old movies perhaps a few I need another place Take a break some time off From this crazy human race…

One day When had been married 10 years and 2 His children perched Waiting porridge drops in their bowls. Steamed curled from his coffee, like the curl in het mother’s hair. And suddenly For the first time in a few seasons He reckoned with the…

The 24th prompt: quite a gift, I would say, As I sit here awaiting it given away. Though, like Christmas I’m certain, that no sooner done, I’ll be sad that it’s over and plan the next one. Like some Christmas thingie, with twenty-four treats, That…

I find it on the table A dirty lid, a skeleton a life caught in a dark place, lost. Long past decay, a perfect specimen a perfect gift for a girl, with artist for a middle name.  

The gift that matters most in life The gift that holds the keys to your destiny The gift of peace, is it the gift of joy The gift of happiness or is it the gift of love What truly matters is the ultimate gift One…