The time is ticking I’ve fallen behind I thought this would be easy My mind lied.   I should’ve known An anxious child like me Would worry and stress Over the quality of my words And the subject of my post.   I thought I…

Scent of cold and rotting flowers Songbirds rattle Traffic seethes The brute exhaustion that sleep feeds but never sates completely battles the stealthy dawn the light creeps around the edges of this dark curtain.

Hummingbird, confused, Examines the lilac bush Its flowers long gone

Echo’s in my mind are dark and deep, As I wake from a fuzzy sleep. Still swimming with in my dreams. Still seeing them in echo’s of streams. These echo’s go round in my mind, Making it a echo through time… C. Burgess (c)

I’m comfortable. In my bed. Gah. I’ve seen this Mickey Mouse cartoon so many times- I know each line word for word. The three year old is jumping… ON MY BED… and I’ve given him the look 75 billion and a half times. He is…

Plucking and arranging 26 letters Creating, merging, forming Vowels with consonants Building, balancing Words Sculpting, forging Poetry to be devoured

Brightness Beautiful and indescribable colors Greens, blues, reds Joy, laughter, smiles How do I even begin… The journey The living hell Life without sight It has been indescribably difficult Disgust, hatred My wish was death But now Now I want to be that light The…

I have noted that the birds are singing beautiful melodies and sunshine is warm upon my back.  The flags on the flagpole in my front yard are sailing slightly in the humid breeze.  My curious kittens are scampering around the property looking to see what…

Dull orange lights of civilizations distant Sky pinpricked by civilizations ancient Constellations comprised of collapsed stars Echoes of the primordial across sea’s expanse Ride the rhythms of ever-changing tides Gaia groans, bemoaning civilization’s scourge on Her perfection The Wild waits, impassive yet impatient Traces of…

the corridor is dark as I make my way toward the light thirteen steps down and an unforgiving right. I stumble, knees bruised grabbing walls as I choose this journey, not far but inifintely deep walking past darkness in order to breathe. the light is…