Master10am

Standing in front of the mirror in my room fluffing the hair, taking in the outfit I have chosen for this night Leather pants, Boots with a nice heel- Dark red blouse, laced up the front Perfect for tonight I can’t wait- This will be…

Grandpa Cello (Hour 3)

I hear grandpa cello speak of life’s travails Of faraway places through hills and vales Of stolen kisses and broken hearts As love finally departs.   Life’s a crescendo, Sometimes a counterpoint- But what’s the point- If two hearts have become one And this battle…

Hour 3 Writing Prompt – Write about the image given

Understanding Change   Magnificent, isn’t it? Picturesque; fields combed, each blade in it’s place Tree plush and tilted at a pleasing angle to the eye of most of the onlookers Bluest skies embracing the edges of our view, with the most careful placement of each…

Hour Three

A touch A tease Anticipation brings me to my knees Just the thought of Your breath on my neck Enough to make me weak The melody begins We bring in the beat Drumming together We pick up the pace Losing breath and time The rhythm…

Floating (Hour 3)

  Floating     I’m lighter than air as I glance around the room where I write.   I see a dreamlike life in snapshots of me, who I was and who I will be.   The row house where I was just a kid,…

Oak Tree, a pensee

Oak Tree, a pensee Sits on a hill Calling me to sit beneath Alone on hills of lavender A perfect place to read

FloraMusic

Confident rose gold  tree surveying the field around her. Cocking her head gently to the side she waves to the fuchsia flowers honoring her with their profusion of deep pink passion. She’s been celebrating the coming and going Of nature’s  more transient visitors for years….

3… Roe. A sonnet.

There was a brief and hopeful light within the darkness where sun and flower kiss to paint the skies and endless miles would stretch untouched by violence Where daughter’s hand was safer in the wake But Dawn, she races eastern to the fight Our battle…

Leaving You

Leaving You Leaving you, my life shattered. Bits of mirror in my fists, reflect false hopes and promises. We called it love. Leaving you— was not a loss. I mourned the life we’d planned, bought a new mirror. -timeforselflove

Lives only to Breed

Lives only to Breed Lives only to breed, to fulfill a need. Inside the frog pond, he’s stuck to the pail.. Virtual mayflies in my mind all feed. Eggs are like hope-seeds when planted to fail. Solely alive long enough to create one in the…