Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Road behind is collapsing remain upbeat, continue a trail of childhood tears practice giving, don’t falter the past a faulty messenger focus on beauty, facing forward memories storm, threaten Keep travelling, let go of concern fears, like locusts, plague work hard, be positive anger rumbles, grows wings be at peace, future brings promise pain, ignorant […]
Pummelling the roof hardened droplets drown out my thoughts deafening, ridiculing Nature’s curious declaration of power threatens, instructs humility; a discordant roar stifling creativity. (Image: images.yourdictionary.com)
Favourite colour? Black, says she without hesitation; I falter, stumble mind reaching – who likes black? Is that a colour? It’s all colours, she’s nonchalant intent on task – carefully keeping within the lines Of course it is, ill equipped am I to disagree, images of dark somber corners, sorrow and death crows – Why […]
Nestled in with childhood truths – second-hand, missing perspective – nursing a creeping creativity: insignificant clarity expanding measurably, hurried. Once social, now retreating papered over failure, have fallen frigid waves infiltrating, overtaking chronically pained, over and over contemplating flight, freedom voiceless, expressionless, flat even revelation muted, unmoving boundaries, discussed, protective currently crumbling…underestimated the struggle, the […]
Originally posted on anntogether:
? this is for all beautiful young girls–inside and out–they all are born beautiful–they must believe this and not allow life to turn them otherwise–my daughter has grown into a confidant young woman–this was not always the case–and she’s so much more confidant than I ever was at the ripe age…
There’s a dead body in my bathtub – metaphorically speaking, of course, but the shock of it is real I’ve seen her before, this woman, young, stylish – like a rising star – her nakedness is blinding How long has she been here, and is she not cold: stark white skin tinged with blue – […]
Professors may make strange bedfellows, but originality does engage young minds; ideology while exciting, repels intuition; and doing well is not about belonging, it is acknowledgment and reward received. Listen to me, I am lost, begging for do-overs. Superiority is a goal for some, while I retreat into leisure, begin losing awareness, am an odd […]
Poetry, the words penned on this blog, have emerged as a gift from the darkness of a debilitating disease. Three years ago, I was a special education teacher, loving my career, volunteering with the junior girls’ basketball team, and making plans with my husband for our next trip. I had been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia in […]
How else would you define us but a zoo: this ragged attempt to appear socially fit? I drag my children with me, expectations formed from still life exhibits, picture – perfect cameos of happy lives, poised as any good television family might… Who hasn’t had a rough ride, disembarked and vowed never to repeat sins? […]
Seduced – the virility of youth irresistible even for an old duck like me – so unexpected, relentless, I ignore exhaustion lean into the fantasy, allow desire to embrace me, cross a boundary, surrender… step up to the stage, bare-chested, shameless, speak into the mic, reveal my words: those childlike bits of myself; hope my […]
