Sun peeks behind clouds bringing forth light again to shine on in darkness
Category: Musings
Prompt Two: Robert Frost Speaks
ROBERT FROST SPEAKS Robert Frost speaks to me … Don’t you see? He talks of promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep. Where I cannot relate, At least, often in my fate; Is the woods in the snow, As I…
Second Hour Musings
Poets can’t help but insert their experiences, the fears, their beliefs into their works. I’m surprised at how easily I slipped into poetry mode a day after the lives of too many women in American have been changed for the worse, a day when it…
First Rain
First Rain silken lashes falling on her golden face runs down the slender neck forming rivulets drenched slowly in season’s first rain almost smug jagged memories of holding wet palms lost lover warms the heart as droplets fall to the ground into puddles her pretty…
Re-POST: Watery Dream (Prompt One 2022)
In the right place this time! I am out of practice of posting on wordpress. May have posted in wrong place. Watery Dream I dreamt of water . . . again. I dreamt of her . . . again. It was flowing over my feet….
#1- Drops of love
Petrichor invading my senses As I stand on the sandy earth The drops of water falling on me Gently, from the heavens above The winds around me are strong Lifting things up from around me But the torrents are stronger As the drizzle turns to…
Hour 1 – all in a day
random conversations : cultural, spiritual, artistic words stacked one on the other sounds bubble over all play,together, in my mind making me analyse and think, making me hit replay. they sink slowly into the warmth of steam dissolve in the void…
America, (When It’s) Not-so-Beautiful
Current state of our Nation – divided – racism, politics, economy, crime – you’ve got your opinion, and I’ve got mine, but respect for each of our freedoms seems to have gone by the wayside. If Uncle Sam gazed into the mirror, his reflection would…
“Pre Marathon Systems Check”
Don’t blame me for what you read i am only letting my fingers release pent up tears and reveal self doubt letting them tap with intent not guiding what they let leak out RHCP playing in the back track to an empty room meant to…
One day left…..
….before the madness begins! Or is it one more sleep until I loosen the reigns and let the thoughts become what they want to become, let the ideas flow and just go along for the ride? There is something very freeing about setting everything else aside;…