Coffee Storm brews in the beans Gathering a smell of chaos The froth at the top Is stirred up and laid down The cup that holds the brew Waits for an airlift… And melted coffee mellows in the mouth Hour 21 @varenyas

It was only a game, a silly one Maybe that’s why I don’t remember much else but retrospective knowledge is a deadly friend and it forces the wound open when you did not know it existed Now there is anger and hate Disgust at everything…

The reparation of the well took its long time (and costs as rocket), as a set routine that young man brought her buckets, paying a polite greeting to her parents and retired; in such an elegant way that everyone rumored behind. The parents were unemotionally…

I have love to offer. Don’t push me aside because our gods have different names.   I have healing to share. Don’t ignore me because I call to god with a different tone.   I have messages to tell. Don’t turn away because you don’t…

Longing for coffee, a massage and sleep A bubble bath, Promises to keep. My man to help with the kids, to help clean the house Flowers, a handwritten note from the thought of my spouse. Covid-19 banished, masks and illness burn Health, wealth, love and…

The lantern at the doorpost of my grandmother’s house has a curious carving of leaves like the ones from the stories I said an elf made it in his house on the hills like the one in the storybook next to my bow-tied bear Grandmother…

An airport, a place that takes you where you want and need to go, But what if this place were used differently, What if you could just buy a ticket and it takes you anywhere? Imagine that ticket you hold has no destination, Imagine there…

prompt 21 hour 21 what are you longing for most right now?   y’all know what I want…   the coolness of my pillowcase brushing on my cheek, the last memory before sleep overtakes me into the daylight where I dream of words and poems…

Candlelight Dinners Countless stars Holding numerous candlelight dinners Eager to celebrate The rise of a new dawn And adorn the crown Of the morning golden light Hour 20 @varenyas

My mind and body long for the steam of my bath water to fall upon my flesh While I sit here cold and under some stress. My body shivers as it cries out for my bed I tempted when I go near it to just…