Finding strength in the oaks and white pines, bird song and Spring Peepers. On dragonfly wings I glide among all things. As the Monarch rises, I am magic in ordinary occasions. The sunrise and sunset the morning dew and evening showers. Bring me a path unseen I will walk among the flowers.
The minutes pass faster than are deeply enjoyed. Burn out before we see the light. The minutes run ahead as hours catch up. Dangle before our hands pass through fog. Check the wrist where steel grey foam convenes. Praise the waves for tumbled glass unworthy.
I have missed this place. I have missed you. So what has been going on? So much!!! Sitting under a poetry mentor. Restructuring old poetry and finding myself. Taking piano lessons. Working on Mozart and Tchaikovsky pieces. I start a new volunteer position in a women’s homeless shelter directing an art therapy group in mid-June.…
The year 2018 is locked away. The key, fiery hot, so as not to entice people to hold on. Look back. I look forward to 2019. My prayer focuses on the war of words, which has reached a feverish pitch. I honestly hope people’s superiority complexes does not burn down houses; leave room to erect…
A door post… Since it has been a while and being the door pictures are backing up my phone memory… i will release a few from my time in Massachusetts… so far! Bartlett NH storefront. A piece of America’s rural past Newburyport MA door is closed… open on weekends Plum Island Beach MA Do Not…
All those details in life… begging feedback. I am so unsure of myself. My glasses either need adjusting or my self-esteem could use a boost. Perhaps a week, sunning on Florida sands, lapping up the beams of light, will readjust my outlook. I wonder, will a halo appear above my head? Or maybe I am…
something -draws me in -cool breath -kissed cheek -cant speak -you or me -not gone -not here -vows given and mistakes made -this game -God forgives -i break the chains -torn mind -blame shame -my heart entwined -two masters -damned life -rewind the reel -see the thrill -sit at Your feet -hear Your voice speak…
ever met her the ice-cold bitch who flicked her wagging tongue she wouldn’t know if the blessed one befriended her as she scratched and screeched her way to the top she pissed in the mouth of the man more manly than she will ever be he held his thoughts -secretly as a shield against her…
i have never been so assured of myself but somehow i feel lost… Still. Lost. lost as all the voices i cherish are slowly dying… and not because they have been silenced… i am no longer around to hear. lost in ocean wave… i come in and out of existence too.
The magic rises as a moon shifts this world affords such gifts… the negative wove into my life… like a knife it carved it hollow… and my answer back is to refill my soul with marvel. The positivity of 2019 is tasty. I promise friends and loved ones to lick my lips long after i…
