Conscience clear, even circumspect, no hidden motives, just a desire for closeness, an intimacy only two can share, and yet even as you approach I
Baby
Sudden cry breaks calm – a mother’s respite ended; baby just woke’d up. (RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt: Woke & Up)
Laundry Day
Not much of a gardener, but seems I’m adept at growing dirty clothes – the shirt I planted Monday, having now sprouted many offshoots, the
Gratitude for dVerse
This current disconnect leaves me toe-tapping restless; see, disease has commandeered my operating system, and it’d be safe to say, if my body was an
Artist’s Calling
Spirits dwell in unlikely places, speak to us through lenses their essence embodied in child-like faces, or animal snarls, begging to be freed. I am
Enough
Whatever you do give it 110% Father’s words whirl, confuse, belittle ambiguous, at best, attainment remote I am not enough Good, better, best, never let
