Along the stony trails of the garden, counting every step, picking the fallen leaves, looking at the birds, her winters nearing. she walked,once again. She took in the same fragrance, walked the same road, got wet in the same rain… Sitting on the rusted swing,…
Category: Miscellaneous
Visions, Hour 5
The lights flash Dull red flares of a dying sun One last power surge before it all shuts down Acid tears flow, eroding structures of the past, Etching rivulets in cracked, graffiti-stained concrete Cold desolation under blackened clouds These are after-images when I blink my…
Dreams (Poem #5)
I know it sounds crazy But dreams do come true When you wish upon a star Your heart’s desire begins You set it free Watch as it takes flight inside you Every day with a goal of joy You cannot bring me down You do…
Seeing You Again
So many years had gone by It didn’t feel like you’d missed any moments away We talked You encouraged me And when it was time for goodbyes Arms extended to embrace you in a hug Grabbed nothing but missed air An alarm sounded and you…
Hour 5
The pen is heavy in my hand, its shadow is a monster on the wall. I finish another letter and set it next to the weeping willow tree. It disappears when I reopen my eyes. Rain polka dots my hair and the sky and I…
Road Map
Undress me Slowly With those amber eyes As the hours slip away like my clothes on the bedroom floor take your time on my curves get lost on them a road map with no destination
I Run…
Hour Five I Run… I run because there is nothing else I run single-mindedly I run never out of breath I run without time to think I run without strategy fear overwhelms me fear defines me fear…
Prompt Idea: WHEELCHAIRS
For 2019, or at any point. This is a submission for a potential prompt idea… Wheelchairs; in any setting, from any perspective. Could be the family or the patient, the pet who’s never seen one or a passerby in public…write as you wish.
Muses
Stairs leading up… no wait, down… OH! sideways. a door to … a door to… a window? tendrils of song undulating salsa capitulate through hookah fog specters swim close.. touch and slide away Calliope murmurs pronouncements tempered in undertone meanings only suggested through collusion of…