Wordless Wednesday #2
Taking on the world. (October 2018)
of late i recognize not the girl in a mirror looking distraught i should be progressing but my mind rattles. here, sit awhile, i promise not to startle… then off i dawdle to find some words, express my heart though rather curt i sought me lost along the way… oh, but i found amusing visions…
Border Wall (chaos ensues)
stone upon stone i build this wall Would you still like me love me if you knew the words cluttered inside? If i painted a picture of my mind the tendrils of poison that caused us blind? I am careless and messy with days i dont care for you or me not willing to share…
Goals for 2019 and other musings…
Popping on to WP… to say HI! And to give everyone who follows my blog an update as to what I HOPE happens in 2019. First, and foremost, I have missed all of you lovely poets, artists and dreamers… HOPE you are well and busy as my world has been quite busy too. Beyond moving…
Piano lessons (first thoughts)
A piano came with the house. And I sat down with wonder. How does one play a song? Through arched fingers i pound, as elegantly as possible. Or as angrily as appropriate. The sound reverberates around. Or did it begin, start within, to flow through my veins? And perch a tune on fingertips? Yes! piano…
silence in the middle
absence in wake
Look. Do you see? This picture of me. Look. I once stood in such a door. My vow to not share. My sacred word. My vagrant thoughts. I break the rules. So am i desperate against myself? I truly want to be alone. Do you believe me? I think not. What will any of this…
dreams so wrong
never thought of wishes bad memories is all when words carved of wood petrified stone perched on oak branches stop the dangling swing push her legs, pumping of sprouted wing the sun made all the difference in a light rest lying in a dark tomb of books she turned the pages gently, torn worn of…
out the window
some days my son is so much like his father i want to jump out the window i can leave the man but i cannot abandon the boy some days being a mom is so painful so challenging that i catch myself wishing i’d made different choices fantasizing about a life … — Finish the…
this is my opinion…
Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived. I read this article… Is this our world? Here is my heart reaction, in words. This is equally tragic as 9/11. The voices of those dead in Chicago cry out for us to take action. How do we react? We dissect each tragedy and look…