Alone at sea, Not even a star in the sky Floating without direction, Just the waves to abide by.   Everything is dark, Even the compass is broken, The lonely vessel bobs about, Empty, abandoned, forsaken.   Maybe it had a glorious past, Maybe it…

There’s always a silver lining, be it shrouded in pain. Every loss brings a gift of gain, A perspective not often shared. Sightedness depends not on eyes But rather, on soul vision Sound waves hitting our ears Don’t always ring true It’s that intuition in…

It’s Not a Fair Request Ann WJ White The song reverberates around the soothing sound of music. People nod and hum along, A song of loss, but acceptance. I will not accept. My heart beats with a slide, a murmur, the wall thickens, the prison…

Knowledge is balanced. It is both good and not so.   Knowledge does not take sides. It doesn’t need to take a side. It simply receives facts with no judgement.   Knowledge is like water. It is still and solitary, yet infinitely capable. The more…

While I am being followed by a moon shadow Moon shadow Moon shadow Leaping up on a moon shadow Moon shadow Moon shadow If I lose my legs, I won’t have to walk no more If I lose my hands, I won’t have to work…

Our bus zooms past treeline highways as we travel to the annual camp-meeting I am always looking forward to the camp-meeting It is in the cool, dry breeze and the happy faces It is in the strange people who peopled the places There is no…

A Mysterious Party Ann WJ White The country cottage, surrounded by evening light, is host to the many fireflies, nightbirds and shadowed creatures. The building wears a mask of civility under the languid heat of summer night. Strange voices project from the treeline. Stars hold…

You must not Think much of me If you think Pursing you’re lips tightly While holding your breath hardly As you kiss me Hello Keeps the barley from bursting out.

I was in my cottage… And this strange little bird … popped in. He told me, “Ain’t this heat like sin?!” I looked at the treeline; shaking the lethargy of my quarantine. There my porridge sat, and ZOOM, the bird spat! I saw he wore…

I got goosebumps at midnight, when he held me tight. We looked each other being lost in each other side. millions of days are gone Now he says hold our baby’s finger tight.