20~14

Sometimes I think I’m the only one who feels pain and loss. I think I’m the only person who understands how vital and fragile a true friendship is. How it must be nurtured and how easily it is to forget life before the bond. The…

Half Marathon My Hour 5

Took a quick nap but I’m back at a few more prompts.   Dord: A Ghost Word I once heard a word It snuck into my brain  In and out like the tide I looked for it  It haunted my thoughts In the back of…

Violets

They had put violets in my room When I returned from the hospital And mistakenly took six tablets in one dose Having discharged myself far too soon Fearful of missing my flight And mindful of my mother’s fright And while I didn’t die I came…

Hour 20

Some people want Their name in city lights I’d rather see mine In the stars

Rainfall

Oh the beauty of rainfall As it drops down and bless our plants with the grace And how it makes everywhere so cool that it’s now nicknamed a weather for two, for one can’t warm himself but two can The temperature drops and everywhere’s cold…

Lumiere

It came from the top I thought we were about to be plunged into darkness for the whole evening But it came from above I saw the prism fan out light the screen from the projector box above and beyond.   He had one arm…

The Sun Is Also A Star

As the ultra-violet rays caress your chocolate skin, I find myself melting in the dilution of sunshine and caramel. Blinded by this star that shines 152.08 million km from your face. But still, I stand in awe as you seem to rise to the skyline,…

Hour 20: The Little Match Girl

Ragged child holds a match close to her chest when it blinks out she lights another each match is warmer, she is sure there in the light the match girl sees all the help she needs so she follows the outreaching hand

SEVEN LIGHT BLESSING – Hour 20

SEVEN LIGHT BLESSING A “Reiki Ideals” Healing Poem   Sit. Relaxed.  Feet on the floor.  Back straight.  Chin level. Breathe.  Check in with your breath.   Your breath is another kind of pulse By which you can check the quality of your life. Self-Cyphadeen laid…

Prompt 20: After the Summons

Morning was dark and rainy and I brewed a pot meant to rouse words from my mind, and the first lines came from a Covid-weird summons we had been served and forced us to find one light saber-welding agent of good – they had to…