Where There Is Light (Hour 9)

WHERE THERE IS LIGHT The constant of time is staggering, bewildering, and heartbreaking. So tonight, I will time to stop. I do not ask, I do not beg, I will it. Just for a moment. Let me sit in the stillness of a void I…

For the Baby (prompt 13)

Before you, there was time. Back when I was born, we…but ah! You will never understand back. Back is where the memories live. You will only know now, and your memories Will always be fresh and flow steadily by.   But if you should one…

Burn

Life within the flame, a life of ash, revealing the marrow of our bones. Our character forged and tested by fire, until we shine like the purest of silver. Rain will come, wash all the ash away, and polish our reddened eyes. Pain extinguished, the…

Love

Lost in the mist Burried within the fog Drowning in a pool of our emotions So you can’t find me And I can’t even be mad at you because how can you find what you can’t see Atleast that’s what you told  me Contradiction Love…

In the Mirror

my birthday stands before me her finger crooked, beckoning me but to where? feet planted, but still I race forward   vision impaired, or perhaps never clearer, I see years gone by, a blur of light and dark, mostly dark some stop to remind me…

Hour One

Eden’s Labor   Glaring at the rusty clock, measuring minutes between her contractions with such a fragile hand she wrote them. Her pain would be no more.   Groping into the dark of night, beginning the thirtieth hour. no warrior could fathom such a strength…

In My Defense, I Was Left Unsupervised

I could not hold my tongue or watch my mouth. The temptation was too great! I could not be still as a house or quiet as a mouse. Because I was five, or ten, or thirty I could not think before I acted or use…

Two wrongs don’t make a right.

A Drifter and a traveler, were always solider of fortune, travelling on trail of time, sinking in their experiences, of burning and bruises, of marks on skin which weren’t enough to bleed, of fire which was still alive with air they breathe, seeking their way…

The End is Nigh

Daylight is dying and fading. As the birds hath stop singing. An old sun begins its descent. Not a thing I have done do I resent. Sitting out in the beauty of the day. Writing words of things I should say. Conversation with a lover or…

Haiku #8

There’s an entire universe over the wall; I hear the knocking.