The peace I feel and yearn to achieve compete for my concentrated focus do I choose contentment or ambitious hope white light over green heat that tension is the anthesis of what I seek ~ d², 09.02.23, 9:51 AM Copyright D…
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The Past
Do we Can we Drop our past Let it drop Like a cloak Silkenly Silently To the ground Shed our skin To be reborn cracking out Of our dry and dusty Layers Do we Can we Become new By ridding ourselves Of old.
Hour 1 poem
WRITING A POEM ON POEM Today I must write a poem on poem Should I search on Google for inspiration? That is not a creative solution It will only lead to cheating and frustration What should my poem pattern be? Or should I first go…
Checkpoint
Dark firs and spruces fall in order down the hill and drape the checkpoint in mute darkness. Mists roll desolate, hanging, within one’s touch floodlit by a single beam, which lights benighted borderlands, tempting new beginnings far from the calm comforts of the past. Invitation…
Quenching Questions – Hour 1: Prompt 1- 2022
To swim in your eyes is the desire, perhaps the pathway to your heart is way too crowded.
Hour 2
After Robert Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Miles to go before I sleep, lives to run before I close my eyes. I see the mothers, they weep at their children’s bedsides. The day has come to an end. Why fix what was…
Hour 1
It has been ten years since I last set foot into a bodice of water. It’s not that I don’t shower, or take a bath from time to time. I used to say I don’t like to swim. I don’t like to exercise the power…
Peace is on the other side (Hour 1)
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…
The Wait
Alone? No! I feel a presence just as I feel with my eyes closed Water! All around me Am I drowning? Slowly… bound, tied yet safe and floating free… Dead? How did I get here? I forget… Was I always here? In parts maybe… striving…
Hour 1 (2021)
For so long I lived in the illusion of our happy ending. Until I learned that endings can be found in the middle too. It took me far too long to see that my happy was in our ending, which also became my beginning. 6/26/2021