to sleep on soft bed pillows surrounding my head drift off into sleep (Hour 21/Haiku)

I Want to Go Home

A home of my own. It’s time for me to finally settle down. A house, a kitchen… is that too much to ask? A place that’s mine that no one else has. Can it ever exist? Can it ever be so? A home that I…

Bed of Poppies

Mother Night and Father Darkness had a son Hypnos, the god of sleep I dreamt of him often living in the caves near river Lethe Squid Ink sensuous moves eyes black as pitch whispers like satin wings tenderly pouring his rich opium elixir down my…

5:00 am – Sleep – (Hour 21)

Head sinking in the pillow light jazz in the background room temperature about 68 degrees mattress with foam layers clean sateen high thread count sheets a body to warm my feet hours before I need to wake vibrant, pleasant, and energetic dreams a tall glass…

I Just Checked the News Today, Oh Boy!

Late nights, sweating on a dance floor, saxophone and electric guitar.    School children running a quarter of a mile for the momentum to fly into my arms.   Science experiments. Love letters from seven year-old students on the back of their homework. Dear Ms. Lusty…….

Marco (prompt 26, Hour 21)

My cat crept into my heart on little fog feet. I saw him born, but he knew long before I did that we were meant for each other. Why shouldn’t cats know in the way humans know a relationship is lasting? He did. He showed…

Empathy (5:00 AM) – edit done (Hour 21)

~ D², @d2poetry Earning the trust of another Mirroring their thoughts and/or their words Partnering with them in their reality Awake to the root of their fear Taking the time Holding the space Yielding to the move of the Spirit. ~ D², 06.23.19, 5:27 AM…

The Anointed One

Dear Anointed One, I have given it much thought. I have decided to take your advice and vote my conscience. I will not vote for someone who supports fracking I will not vote for someone who is beholden to the corporate elites I will not…

There is Silence.

There is silence… No humming TV. No buzzing phone. No static voices in the background. There is silence… My brain doesn’t speak. My heart doesn’t beat. My ears don’t ring in a disturbing pitch. There is silence… The world sleeps. The moon wanes. The day…

Quoth the Poe

Down deep dark dreary pathways I follow The pounding pulse, twisting violent turbulent turns Gothic rhythms of your nightmares Spilling spinning screaming On aging pages Hold me hostage I dare not look away I dare not leave My blood pounding bruised beating heart Pleads for…