The reflection, looking back, resemble a Unicorn. The grandchild that adores Unicorns saw it too. Often, in moments of crisis the words, “I am Not a Unicorn” could be heard but still magic would happen. When you are rare, you are a Unicorn. Don’t even…
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Prompt 2-Magic
And lo, I stood above the clouds, breathless Flying birds beneath me swirled, restless To travel beyond my elevated sight Everything for once seemed right Revolving around the planet I saw it all Now below there was a war Only hatred flowed with ignorance at…
Hour 1
It’s just the first hour With eleven more to follow I am staring at a blank page I am willing the words to flow I thought writing came easy to me I am an author, that’s my job Yet a simple poem eludes me I…
Abstract Poetry
words on a page without rhyme or rhythm searching for a metaphor luring the reader in
Hour Eighteen
How to make chai (tea)? Take a pot fill it with water half full show your optimism Put the pot on the stove on the medium flame of agony Add tea leaves— all black equal to the number of lovers Charlie has…
Windows of My Soul
I look out and see the possibilities of my life. A vast terrain that I’ve yet to explore. It is growing and beautiful, ripe to be tilled. There overhead flies an eagle showing me the heights that I can reach. I hear the song. I…
Morning
Sunshine on the hanging baskets Greet the flowers there The trees stand still Silhouettes on baby morning blues Bushes and an apple tree Awaken the birds in the yard.
Silence
Better to start with what I Haven’t missed. I haven’t missed the meals I skipped When the choice was art or Bread I haven’t missed money Unless I was broke and begging But I’d miss any page gone from these shelves I haven’t missed…
Lois
Everything I know of me I know because of you. Without your love, my existence wouldn’t have a clue. My literal identity is bridged inside your smile. My heart reaches through eternity, connecting through the miles. Thank you for being the one to teach me…
Soon
I dreamed of time spent with you Nestled to my chest Soft and new I ache with longing to see you Hold you again In my arms I give thanks to pictures To help pass the time until I see you again