Hour 2 – Reflection (Image Prompt)

Reflections are never quite right, Some make things better Some are too bright. Reflections are never quite right. Some show too little Some absorb too much light But Reflections can never be right. already they’re  backwards Already they’re twisted. Reflections are never quite right. Some…

Hour Two

Bella and Mia If I saw myself the way my dog does I would see the me That I truly am If I saw myself the way my dog does I wouldn’t be so hard on myself all the time If I saw myself the…

Skay 2021 Hour Two

  Dregs in my cup  Dance strange patterns Is there a wiccan future Lurking in there  I wonder  I can only see Tales of joy long gone And yet I hear the Grinder and The aroma of roasted beans Reach me I can see the…

Prompt 2

Sitting on your patio, you want coffee so I make you some. You want it cold. so I take it back and ice it. You want the meals I make, the desserts I bring. You want what I give you but you don’t want me.

Prompt 2, Poem 2: The Joy of Unseen things

The joy of unseen things; The calm that spreads over you as you sit by the river; steady, slow. The love you feel in your heart when you look at a loved one; warm, full. The awe inside of you as you watch the stars;…

A Reluctant Goodbye

A reluctant goodbye hung in the space between us: a held breath an undelivered kiss a question with no answer the trembling recognition of grace and hands that want to hold on —even as they’re letting go. —Cynthia Hernandez, 2021

De Ja Vu

All right, I stood out above the clouds I saw the sky it was like the evening  The sun reliving its color  Shining its golden radiant heat over the horizon And its incident rays moving on the seas Making the Blue turn violet And the…

Beach, beseech

“No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea…” The theologian John Donne long ago spoke of man, isolation from others words taken to…

Hour 2.. the joy of unseen things.. air..

cool on skin in the dark hours filling me with dreams with life catching in my throat when thought drags me under wave against wave calling the earth dancing in your rythem birds soar leaves glide I breathe