Re-Cycling
Age, a rocky torbegs attitudinal shiftmore wonderthan fortitude Cyclical, actuallywisdom allottingchildish valoura dash of mellow. (For RDP’s prompt: mellow. Image my own.)
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Sustenance Rekindled
It wasn’t the knowledge of stability –chaos had the upper hand back then.It wasn’t even that love was expressed –unconditional an unheard of concept It was an unspoken presencethe reassurance of rocksthe irrepressible allureof a freshwater stream How a child’s heart found encouragementin the whispering windsolace in arbored shelter Naturally the din of home lifeoverpowered […]
Read MoreSun Knows
Find hope in sunsetsbursts of magnificencemomentarily absolveworry, guilt… When did fear gainsuch hold, and howdo I demystify its lies? The setting sun knows,I am certain, will follow herinto darkness… (Image my own.)
Read MoreIn 2021, I Woke Up
This year the plague cameand I blamed the windfor carrying destructionand I blamed the sunfor its ineptitudeand the rain,no friend of mine,only served to drownmy expectations. Lockdownand social distancemasks and antisepticshow was a soul to survive? Pushing 2020out the doorcertain reliefwould followbut change is nota date on the calendara release of circumstance I turned inwardfaced […]
Read MoreTeach Me
Teach me reverenceam losing groundchildren adultingmothering in a void Teach me acceptancedisability’s waters floodI’m in the marginsan afterthought I concede life changesrelease control – passionbegs an outlet; I am wornbut I am open. Teach me. (Image mine)
Read MoreUnexpected
Spring-loadedthe lever that releases usfrom reality One minuteset on a paththe next, victimcourse uncharted Survivors question –existentialquesters.
Read MoreSacred Witness
There is no promiselife passes, sometimes trickleswe survive or thrivelove as glue, spirit reigningheart open – sacred witness. (Image my own.)
Read MoreOn The Anniversary of His Death
No amount of empathycould help me understandthe storm inside my father Even in his death, thoughtscloud my writing, his presencepreserved in prose… (Even though it’s been fifteen years, my father’s essence remains strong – sometimes taunting, sometimes inspiring, always mysterious.)
Read MoreWhat Legacy?
And when the fatal breath expelsand all is quiet, will you remember me Bright as an orange bloomwith my words locked inside A poem inspiring eternityor will my essence shrivel Be lost – like dust particlesexposed in afternoon sunbeams? (Image my own.)
Read MoreTo Old Friends
There is comfortin old friendships,reminders of thingsforgotten, of misguidedadventures, and the follyof youth; and there is hopeinstilled by the passage of timeand the evidence that while lifechanges, some things endure, and;it is in the comfort of old friendshipsthat we find strength to believe in ourselves,and the will to penetrate lingering angst, andembrace the possibility of […]
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