For certain memoriesÂ
time stands still
and for a moment
the pain is searingly fresh
The loss makes you realize
what matters most
An aching reminder
of what it means
to truly love
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #242: Time
Life’s transitions
Freedom from this mortal world
Tears role down my face
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #236: Freedom and #237: Transition
Out of the brine,
the earliest seems so other
Ordovician beauty lies
in the eyes of the beholder
Is it desire or rote primitive urges
that keep this living relic
part of our current web
To be reborn,
as the 450 million year old villain
of our motion picture nightmares
And what do they see of us
do we appear as angels or incubus?
After all,
We crawled out of the ocean too
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #228: Otherness
Fifteen days
Of earthly quiet
Let healing begin
Feeling like a tourist in my own country
Stoned by words of hostility and division
Having to check my patience while struggling
To keep my sense of retribution in check
Because if I allow the malignant cancer of hate
To take hold of my soul
Then I become the problem
And not the solution
In response to patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #216: America and #217: Tourists
A point of light
For a dark night and rough seas
No longer shines
We should all strive to be more Charlie. He was a true force of nature. RIP my friend.
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #215: Point
The enigma of time
A blur of senses
And memories
Each delicate detail
Lost in the distance
Of another birthday
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and aWord Challenge #211: Blur
Wherein
cracks reveal
spectacular beauty
of ordinary
life
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #205: Cracks
A uniting force
Keeping mewlings safe and sound
Neighborhood mothers
While I was lucky to have been raised by an incredible mother, I was also privileged to have grown up in a neighborhood of warrior mothers. I had a sense of a sound safety net. That I would never go hungry. My skinned knee would be immediately doused in Bactine in front of whichever house I crashed my bike. A snow day meant making the rounds of homes for hot chocolate in between hours of sledding or skating. Some mother was always looking out for me -or relaying inappropriate behavior if warranted. Born during the depression, that generation of mothers had a rough childhood so they made sure we didn’t. Almost all the warrior mothers of my childhood are gone now as that generation fades into fond memories.
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge: Mothers.
