Path to peace is circuitous – having been modeled unrest, schooled in denial… Expectation envisions a grassy peninsula – gently rolling greens and tranquil blue
Thrum-thrum-thrum – I awaken with a start – heart pounding, intense heat stifling – flames shooting ceiling high form a ring around my bed, as
Day, no more than a sliver, casts a subtle glow on the path. A small bird tap-tapping on windowpane has awakened me, invited me out.
Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
There’s a river runs between us, you and I; our thoughts, like tears, are liquid carried by the…
Inhale – chest rises – exhale – chest falls – summon new, expel old; repeat. (Haiku written for Ronovan Writes Haiku challenge: rise/fall)
Ancestral circles steeped in lore – symbolism lost, and imminent – Geometric rhythms play with destiny, ascribe fates. (For Willow Poetry’s What Do You See?