In Essence, Human

My faith is goat steady – surefooted in rocky times – I keep her within sight, safely separated. Store her with potential – mountain lion persistent – set them on the other side of vision – lock myself away. It’s the tigress in my heart that unsettles me the most – certain by her pacing […]

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Spiritual Tugging

My house is in order! I shout to a cosmos intent on ignoring my pleas chthonic forces insist on invading dreams psychic locks ineffectual no barriers to protect when soul mocks purported equilibrium Order, spirit answers, is a temporal concept; continue to grow. (For Ragtag Community’s prompt: temporal.¬† Image from personal collection.)

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Once a Mermaid

Impulse once drove my plunges – glorious confidence propelling fortuitous dives – unknown waters an adventure to be conquered. Even with onset of anxiety I’d stalk shorelines, ignore whispering of ¬†catastrophe, hold my breath and submerge. Doubt would follow determination, but buoyed by adversity, I’d swim, force commanding adaptation – I’d find my mermaid’s breath. […]

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Empty Vessels

We’ll buy a boat, he promised, spend our days adrift on a sea of possibilities. So, she waited, tethered her hopes with ropes of whimsy to a future with sails. But years passed and time revealed that words hold no water, and lies are no vessel for love. Now, she contemplates oceans, photographs sailboats, docked […]

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Afraid to Fly

(Inspired by the prompts of Ragtag Community: chase, and Fandango: double. )

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Junkyard

Vestiges of dreams swiftly disappear, shift lanes – ambition rusted. (For RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Challenge: fast & lane)

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Hauntings

The veil grows thin past midnight, as sensibility dares to sleep – spirits, restless, yearning, drag me from dreams, fill my thoughts – messages from beyond – I am but a simple woman, hold no sway in the physical realm, send them back to carry on their haunt.

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Cheesy Solution

Creativity’s an eight-legged life-sized terror, has me cornered – those menacing eyes and crushing mandibles paralyzingly frightful – about to be consumed, I throw her some cheese.

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Skyward

Even weeds reach for the sky, as if heaven holds a secret, as if liberation lies in the stars and the day’s passage into night is a promise – I reach for the sky with my prayers, with my wishes, am no more enlightened than a weed.

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Close Call

In dreamtime, he comes, my eclectic animus – sometimes raven, often tree, he seduces – first in conversation then in arousing flesh – Spellbound, witless, my edges soften, melt, and just at the moment of near surrender, lucidity knocks, yanks me from watery depths – sets me back on conscious soil – Anchored anew, I […]

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