You have my heart so we’ll never part Many things can destroy us Turning us to dust but we are never passed away As the sun shines so gay The music of our dance is the infinite sound of our chance What befalls the…
Category: Miscellaneous
The Hiding Place
The Hiding Place The bustling Tarshish is now a skeleton city With an echo howling from one broken ship to another; Kadesh-barnea is no longer attractive –the bread therein has become stale; Jericho is in confusion –the walls have tumbled, and there’s no one…
I am a mom of 6 Triplets A singleton Twins 1 2 3 it:s easy you see Actually It is never easy. My marriages are like my kids 1 2 2 Also Never easy Back in school Student again. Was a therapist Was an unlicensed…
Hour 8: Books
“There is nothing better in this world, Than a good book, For one good book, Can keep readers hooked on for hours, Like fish, Caught in a fisherman’s net, Only, here the fish are the readers, And the net, the the enthralling book. A…
I promises you this – Hour 17
My love, I do not know Where the road will lead us But one thing is certain: Wherever you go I will go.
Capricorns (Hour Sixteen, A Tanka Poem)
NaNaw was her name, but Daddy always called her a stubborn old Goat. A January baby, he swears I’m a hardhead too. (A tanka is a five-line poem with a syllable count of 5/7/5/7/7. Interesting fact: both my maternal and paternal grandmothers were born…
hour 19….jandrasean
i rise before the sun, walking from pre dawn to sunrise the sounds of wind and sea caresess my mind ready for the day most of adult was spent mothering my brood of 7 pottering around with pen on paper, as i neared the half…
Fold
Time travels through space In every way they want us to miss Miss the train miss Those who never left misappropriate the moment or an intention what is the point? of spinning in or out when it’s all in every now? because I thought it…
Hour 19 – A Little About Me
I tried to paint a portrait for you see mirrors didn’t exist when I was alive and now alas! My reflection I can’t see. So I ask my fellow ghouls and witches that pass by sometimes to tell me what they perceive to help me…
Self Portrait
Self Portrait Neither the fame of sun nor the notoriety of moon I am just an unnamed star entrenched deep into the night and flickers there Hour 19 @varenyas