Flight Talk

Atlanta, London, Greece and back To London, Boston, ATL Then, thanks to my friend, C. Black, We flew to LAX, as well In all the lands I’ve ever been, There’s never been a man like you My birthday-neighbor-lovely-djinn Unnerving friend; respectful, true Serendipities may mark…

Randidawn

  Randidawn Dawn breaks through the umbra- Her eclipsing miam–her fortitude as she faces discord risen from ashy shadows ruminating over the breaking glow, sunbeams illumine the inherent delight within the souls warmed with tenderness she exudes. Her brilliance manifests itself in shades of color,…

A Mundane Chore vs. A Sandy Night

The trouble with being alone is Being Alone: There’s no one around to help Scrub the Dishes To help Clean Up Messes (Or even to Make Them) And when you want Take-Out or Quick Meals There’s no one to join you in the eating Everything…

Leg Lifts – Hour 13, Prompt 13

Every day, at the witching hour I do this chore expected not by anyone but me and my doctor if left uncorrected. I spend my last vestige of energy doing leg lifts. Up, down, in and out, In a loop, day in and out.. Leg…

The Universe Is Made Of…

Things Everyone Knows: Roses are Red And Violets are Blue Little Girls are Made of Sugar and Spice And Everything-Nice Little Boys are Made of Frogs-and-Snails And Puppy-Dog-Tails The Little Dog Laughed to See Such a Sport And The Dish Ran Away with The Spoon…

The Book Prompt -Hour 12, Prompt 12

Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. A daemon’s after me darkening my door, No clue if it’s bad or good It lingers in the hall While I try to…

Hour 12 – Crossroads

I stand at a crossroads Unsure and confused One way leads to something known The other into the unknown One way is easy The other is terrifying One way will please others The other is just for me One way I dread The other ignites…

Thorns…

They say roses have grace, Where roses bloom, The thorns come around too. Beauty is the rose, The queen of the garden, The gift from heaven, Then where do thorns come in? “What is beauty without pain?” wondered the actress, while polishing her nails again…