A Storm is Coming

The best kind of storm –
White, to blot out all the gray

See Where I Might Land – SoCS

The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS) is: “let go.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind … More

Then I Will Bring a Boat

It seems my friends have Sorrows fit to Drown;
They’ve just enough Pure Joy to stay Afloat.

Win/Win?

Competing interests /
Often call for some losses /
Before both can win

Sunset

We can’t always live In the daylight…

Trapped in Amber

Trapped in
Amber,
Some things remain
Intact
For
Millenia.

‘Tis heaven’s heat which rescues from cold hell.

Away, aweigh, ’tis love which calls us forth;
The love which calls shall push us there as well.
When globe reveals what’s east, west, south or north
‘Tis heaven’s heat which rescues from cold hell.

Divine

I used to think
Divinity hid
behind clouds,

Picked by Default

I prayed daily for the (disappointingly rare) “indoor recess” which would protect me from having to reveal any further my painfully evident dearth of kinesthetic intelligence.

The Roller Coast

We can’t get enough
of
The Coasters.

600 Miles

In a virtual world,
what are
several hundred
miles
or
hours…
two… nine…

Missed It

The Magi showed up / And revealed / Divinity

No Words

I have nothing to write today, so I colored. Here is my contribution to the cosmos.

The Hour is Late

Unopened doors in neverending halls / I know I have the choice to alter clime

I put my finger on the “thing”

I put my finger on the “thing” / But then “thing” moved – or was it me?

Solve-ing Nothing.

Revolve…