Lost and Redemption of a Life Ann WJ White Awakening the morning, waiting for it to rise, I follow a small tortiseshelled cat to her breakfast, carefully apportioned puree of chicken served on a glass dish, glistening. She is the reason for rising, for dancing,…

Excitement throbs within. The airport is full, Yet no one coughs And everyone is smiling. I walk on, just grinning as I make my way through the crowds. Surprise, elation as I’m upgraded to first class at no charge. They’ve overbooked. A pleasant, older man…

  It’s a perfect day with grandkids around. Only a grandma truly loves the sound.   When one starts talking then another one too. Total mayhem what’s a grandma to do?   But don’t look stressed or confused you know. Or the kids will think,…

These words are not yours ‘I am not a fighter’ Brigitte Poirson Mother, these are not your utterances. You do not talk to me without light in your voice, without adding a pinch of hope on my tongue. You would tell me to hang on,…

No where to go. No one to be. A leisurely morning with no one but me. The freedom and space for whatever I please. I might sit down at the piano and plunk on the keys. Or take a walk through the garden, spend some…

An unhurried awakening, a wafting in of all that is salubrious and sylvan. The defenestration of belched acrimony, even as there is a whiff of osmotic wholesomeness near at hand. A mindless meandering, a rambling ratiocination, a souk soaked in succulent serendipity. Cassiopeia on a…

MAYHEM IN THE CITY!! Bop Poetry Lights dim concurrently Noise breaks out intermittently Shots fired ! screams heard Lights switched on hastily Hearts pumping, cries bellow, wind blows! Wonder what’s happening now in the city! Darkness looms at the end of days, let the light…

My body shivers  ice growing in my veins, my cheeks, my fingers, trying to slip into my winter coat, rocks crunch beneath my boots, each step a morning song, l think in tha rays of first light rounding the earth, my soul speakng bird wings…

Warmth pressing red glow encouraging first glance, Back embodied passing defragmented mind, Inner core soft level ground for a fluttering purpose. Pressing smooth opening inside both one to another, Enlivened top and bottom, awake below, Held inside, tingles of bodily happiness then release. Cradled by…

Beth A. Fleisher Hour 6   Prompt 6:  My Own. 🙂   The Alarm (Clock)   Clearly, the inventors of alarm clocks and digital phone alarms to start the day had a skewed (or totally screwed up) psyche. How else would they have devised such…