Our rage cramps the entire room Tightening the air like cry’s Loud and uncomfortable Our ego’s vast how do we stop? it’s madness at it’s Finest.

Prompts Hour Twelve beautiful stories of lives well-lived I’ll paint pictures with fewer words, Katsushika Hokusai  in his old age sought to paint vibrant stories on white paper waves crashing in one stroke.  

Reflections always frighten me Silly, I know They say the mirror never lies So maybe it’s the truth I fear Truth- a powerful word A subjective word Everyone has their own version He said- she said It all becomes a matter of believability Wouldn’t it…

copious fluid gums up both lungs that’s what I was told by nurse go home, nothing to be done you have covid pneumonia  no big deal, really what doesn’t kill but it could nevermind bye

People gathers in his green backyard They are mourning, hugging each other Some people are crying loud Some just contemplating Why is this occurring He makes a speech His beloved dogs Has died Loved

It’s always darkest before the dawn When the stars have all burned out The moon has sunk low and sun has stubbornly refused to rise The world is blanketed in the blackest of blacks And everything is still Voices are silenced Breath is held The…

What might happen  If you jumped The margins Exceeded the lines Let the ink Twine Along  Your  Fingers Wind Cursive lines Up  Your  Spine Flow  With  Your Blood Circulate And  Stain  Your  Heart What if you  You made Visible  And  Unblushing  Your love affair  Of…

My feet move A rhythm no one else can hear Dancing at my own tempo I let go Giving my body to the flow Moving for the joy  Prancing on tiptoe

four lucky green leaves given to me, one for loving another heart who is true to only you, for health, wealth, and a home that is happy and full of plenty, forgiveness, peace, and joy.

A Haiku   It’s On the Tip of My Tongue   What’s that word again? You know, it means to saunter, amble, stroll, hike, trek.