No one sees the bars when the jailer is your mind. Who do you petition for freedom? How do you escape the confinement of a space that is with you always? Even when you appear to be free. It is critical of you, more than…

A Wine’s Life: Glass bottle contains me Putting me on display Waiting ever patiently For someone to whisk me away Alas, there is a hand Firmly grabbing hold A voice happily remarks This one is quite old Suddenly the pressure eases The air I can…

God’s wringing hands tell the story and the news is not good.   Headlines in the Heavenly Express shock and dismay but he cannot be persuaded. God’s will prevails in paradise. Amen.   “Decimated by greed the jewel I created cannot survive though I gave…

I can see the keys Ready just where I left them The doorknob rattles

Friends don’t let good friends Out the door without saying How each is perfect.

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Locked out Locked out In my own space Echoes of my voices rebound Making tiny holes In the great soul of mine From whence escapes Lithe songs of innocence Alas! Time is oddly spaced And there’s no way out   Hour 6 @varenyas

you peer into my life and know the ins and outs you see my rights, my wrongs, and all that I’m about you observe and I let you, dear, I’m as open as a yawning sky but when I press my eyes against your window…

There is a water, cool and bright, beside an orchard. Beneath those trees the sun seldom shines except to nurture fairy circles of grass, soft and thick and made for resting in. In that orchard there are many fruits, succulent, sweet, new-sprung for spring-time adoration….

I roam, the edges of this small cavern, my hands running along the damp walls I sit alone in this crowded room, the chatter deafening, words bouncing, thoughts screaming, then I forget and all is quiet, sleeping in my prison..