Doesn’t it remember you? The last time it tapped your crown The first time it rinsed you down From your birth stool Why doesn’t it remember you? The last time you sat for hours Muddied like it had been your first shower in months How…

You are already drowning the waves of life push and toss you your body is tired of the burden   “stay afloat” you hear people say the promised help isn’t forthcoming maybe the hope you need lies on the other side of life maybe the…

First Prompt: Write a poem about being in water. It can be about swimming, the shower, a bath, the rain, etc. Hose ~willjxn~ Raise a hose upon the land. Lift it up with waters grand. Mountain waters stored for me, to rejuvenate each tree.  …

mandarin light of dawn floods the room surprised and blinking, I embrace the fire descending down to slumber all to soon colorless light of day fills the room. fire of dreams, I hold you passion tenderly inside, as the lull of everyday will get things…

The dance of the rain   I am comforted by the four walls, a roof and the fire. The bay window frames the perfect view for the dance of the rain.   Like in any performance the mizzle lightly drips building momentum it gathers speed…

Bound to lose these strong stories, I’m a nomad from mainland “worries”. The course I took was heavy… heavy, I found places, walls pain with ivy. When you look too hard, There’s a terrible mystery. Frame, frame seen on me. Game, Game, life can be….

Her feet swiftly burrowed In the depths of warm sand As she sat in admiration Of the creation at hand Every grain a reminder of the great “I am” Surrounded by a beauty The expanse of the land With a quickness it wrapped her In…

My very own cloud shaped ~ concrete hole filled with chlorinated sparkling water   painted toes sun-kissed skin oiled up and set   to float   a quiet serene place   to Be   unique diamonds through movement looking deep within   crystal clear shadows…

Rain running it’s fingertips on the window I am caught in that moment Smell of the damp earth lingering Seeping into the walls I hide behind Music drowning the pain between the head and heart Getting bored of conversations I could hear what is whispered…

Waiting for days everyone waits, patiently or impatiently everything is waiting farmers, gardeners, workers crops, lawns, gardens,   Finally. First, I shiver, just a bit  — it is just a bit cooler. The sun has nodded off, the clouds no longer white puff balls. Something…