Use this image and/ or the line it contains “…just be still, and listen” as a jumping off piece. Full credit goes to Shlokla Shankar. I was cursed at a young age with A mouth that spewed fabric whenever I spoke Muffling my words and leaving…

just be still and listen to your thoughts undress them use and abuse them talk to them rest with them play with them hold them wear them hear them listen

“Just be still, and listen” You will hear the voice inside of you You will be led You will be fed You will never be in want, if you just listen

(for hour 18—from the hour 11 image prompt)   Honeybees   Crafting questions to question my talent (or lack thereof) Vibrant colors could cover inadequacies in technique and mixing of medium   Buzzing bees bring a smile reminding me of dragonflies checking a child’s coloring…

There is no fascination. like that of observing shadows even as a child the idea of light playing with objects and time was more than simple diversion As a kid spending summers at grandparent’s lake home my east-facing room beckoned each morning to make an…

Don’t go towards the light It leads off the bridge and into colder seas beneath Instead dance between The glow of each light Along a lit path that gleams While shadow fights shade You’ll make it to the other side Where my arms are waiting…

Atom to Atom after Natalie Diaz   I am begging:  Let me be invisible  but not lonely.  Let this body fade  into the night  until I am but an atom somewhere out there  floating toward the stars but let there be  atoms that love me …

Intuition   There is something  lingering in the space between my hips that feels a lot like certainty.    I’ve trained my body to act on intuition but never has it been like this,  this positive reaction at your sauntering confidence.    Darling, let me…

See me. Don’t leave me I’m lonely tonight. I’m looking to you to put an end to my plight. I miss you I want you But you’re with somebody else. I’m asking you please Don’t put my love on a shelf.

(a poem including a line by Neil Gaiman) “One of you will betray me,” Messiah said. He’s right. Books were safer than other people anyway. Sometimes, it’s what Judas did to his master that makes me wallow in solitude instead of walking a lonely bridge…