I was a wild child, twigs in my hair and the wind under my feet. I could not be contained within four walls, aching to run and be free. Animals, birds, and bugs were my companions and my friends. People could not be trusted, but…
Category: Miscellaneous
Trailing through ages!
1.Crawling on the knees, I looked up, Sun,stars,flowers, everything I saw,excited me. 2.Grown up, holding my Dad’s palm, I walked onto my school. New lessons, alphabets,numbers came in. 3.In the thrilling teens, I started to sing,madly, I loved music, Loved it to my life, but…
Tragic Childhood Psalm: Hour 23
1: my only memory of them together mom and dad i was sick and pretending 5: I remember her screaming. oh the lament for her abusive father forbidden touches. Did they start here? 7: they were fighting, me struggling dad disbelieving – family…
Poem 21 “Flower”
“Flower” by Mandy Austin Cook She was named after a skunk but her personality was much sweeter my first pet my first comfort my first childhood companion. she befriended my teddy bear and became my shadow. and the days I needed silent encouragement she would…
Lost and Found, Hour 23
Sonoma wildfire Frightened feline runs away A friend gone too soon Missing companion The young boy searches the streets Hangs flyers handmade A call from stranger Kitty purrs on telephone Friends reunited
prompt 29: the truth about darkness
the truth about darkness (homage to Billy Ray Belcourt and his numbered poems) re-occurring nightmares about monsters in cellars with no ladders indicates deep, hidden secrets the deeper the secret, the more painful the removal – like a jagged, rusted storm drain pipes through the…
15. Explain how I feel…
When I’m near you Or when we are apart I see eyes that sparkle & Eyebrows that tease Heart shaped lips, That whisper please … You voice my deepest desires Ever so softly, you say, “Let go. Let me love you, I can show…
Poetic Jibberish
I close out the world with my headphones Shining as bright red as a tomato So I can sustain my love And also read my book The lake before me shines like a mirror The ripples dance with the wind My hair is blowing with…
Days of Youth
As a young child in the mountains The snow was falling at night One night my father woke me up To see a glorious sight. A majestic, white snow owl Was resting on the well We watched it for awhile Until it flew off and…
23 – Surrender (a freeform haiku)
I don’t have answers. I don’t have to understand. I just have to be.