maxwell only together   a few weeks found fluffball   treeblown stormshaken   unable to fly fed you mince  so you grew cheeky & raucous   clutched my finger   sat  on my shoulder beaktangled  my hair till the devastating day i didn’t shut  …

Inspired by an artwork I saw earlier in the day (yes there may have been a Potter connection). Prompt rules: Write down the first line of your poem before reading the rest of this prompt. Write your poem, about any subject you like. Copy and paste the…

The heart beats in the darkness of the womb as a secret   We are born with the heart protected by the cage formed of our ribs   Each moment our heart beats inconspicuously gathering love and joy tears and pain   The heart holds…

AMI 2,775,398,465 2,775,398,466 2,775,398,467 2,775,398,468 2,775,398,469 it was on the two billion seventy hundred and seventy five million three hundred and ninety eight thousand four hundred and sixty ninth beat that the final piece of fatty material (possibly from yesterday’s cheeseburger & chips or the…

“Mama”, her son laid his small head on her chest He heard ‘thump thump’, as her chest rose and fell “Mama, what is this sound from here?”, he asked perplexed, pointing at the left side of her chest His mother smiled and said, “That is…

The steady beep, beep, beep proves I’m still alive, in case you were wondering. Every time the line peaks rest assured my heart is performing her duty. Blood is traveling, pumping through this vital organ– in and out, in and out. The only question I…

Muscles need the brain To make them work, except the Heart. It’s a loner.   Beat Lue August 13, 2016  

Home. I left a home I loved, too eager for adventure. I sought the nomadic life, hoping to find life’s secrets. I traveled the globe, crossed oceans, traversed the mountains. Without a place with deep deep roots- I was homeless. A house but no home….

I’m staring at you. Not because I like you, But because you took my heart and I don’t know how to get it………..back.

Title: Trust   My thoughts are held in a box with such a strong lock that the only way to break through would be — no, impossible.   Unless one were to blow away an eyelash into a perfectly straight line, or able to recover…