Fifteen days
Of earthly quiet
Let healing begin
Tag Archives: Life
Tourist
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
The Point
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
Ashes
Blur
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
Cracks
Wherein
cracks reveal
spectacular beauty
of ordinary
life
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #205: Cracks
Mothers
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.
Loss
Loss
The transformation
Of becoming another
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #199: Loss
Quiet
As I sit in your quiet house
A lifetime of memories haunt me
Sweet snippets of laughter play
A flickering old movie reel
Until the film finally runs out
Celluloid flapping against metal
Jolts me back to reality
Past relationships lost to time
Unwilling to mask my sorrow
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #188: Mask and #189: Quiet
Heaven
No more dances
Around the sun
She is now
Back to stardust
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #185: Heavens
