There’s grace at the end of the tunnel Although I travel alone. There’s grace at the end of the tunnel though my path’s not always shown. I can see with the guiding light He sets before me each day. As I call on Him…
Category: Miscellaneous
Do You Love Me? – A Song
Do You Love Me? – A Song I prayed to the LORD, And wondered why The LORD had not heard my cry. Then I prayed to the LORD on bent knees, And this is what He said: “Do you love me?” I prayed to the…
Her Flawless Beauty
Her Flawless Beauty“Beauty in the Ordinary.” Diana Pollos-Lutzfor Kathy Martínez She’s water girl on stage at every show.Lucky VIP member in support of our favorite band.Her recent dilemma lowers her spirits.Friends and Townies remind her she’s still beautiful after posting pictures of her bald head….
Hour 5 heartwood
hour 5 heartwood heartwood spirals in the centre of my tree relations through drought devastation and diaspora unlike my heart would in isolation from this long-lost heartwood carved into me like scarring rituals with ash from fires where hearts would glow from the sacrifice…
Prompt Two (2): Recipe For Procrastination
Recipe For Procrastination Ingredients: Active mind A sense of laziness A love of naps Insomnia Some bursts of depression Too much to do Not enough to do Easily bored Aging Take your active mind and mix it with too much to be done … for…
Gold Stone
He wrapped tightly wound coils around his fingers Smoothing the frayed kinks with his thumb His eyes, like blue goldstone, sparkled Tiny, gold flecks glittered as sunlight poured into the room Flooding his face with a magical glow As if his face was a gift…
Show Your Bones
Writing poetry onto umbrellas Is easy to do: words in spirals, shapes and swirls. Written by pen, indelible, like art itself. In pubs and cafes around the cities North and South, collecting umbrellas from establishments, gains curiosity among the staff, and for a moment something…
Prompt Five
russet leaves piled high on the front lawn — the dog and I play
9:00 AM haiku
what is me … or not? hand washing meditation bubbly perfection
Autumn (5th hour 2020)
Above us… The trees whisper As the crisp afternoon Swiftly breezes through the seasons It’s Autumn!