Money – that vital ingredient – threatens to rebuke us, these haphazard habits equating to negligence. Investments – retirement’s foundation – falter, then plunge, a
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January’s Frost
As Mother counts her last days, and I open my heart to forgiveness, a daughter calls, reaming me out for wrong-doings – January is not
Sharing Space
Morning, he perches, resplendent in heron gray Like a beacon, he watches, sets a rhythm for my day. Is he lonely, I wonder, eyes silent
Forgo the Mask
Discontentment – that restless inability to surrender to distraction – not easily masked Wired, I am, for intrigue – a dramatic actor displaying mystery, baiting
Routes
No straight road, no easy, out of the pod, solutions – complexity, it seems, reigns. I travel circular paths past ancient structures – having erected
Shells
Combing sand, seeking wholeness aged eyes perceive fragments, sharpened by tidal cycles Inevitable, I surmise and persist. (Written for Fandango’s one word prompt: cycle, and
