Catching My Breath

I know, I know, my writing has been spotty (at best) for the last couple months. Ironically, this wordless patch … More

be not proud

What I pull out may render sad or jolly; Too big for my britches?

Soon the Sun Will Be Blazing

Though today
We are
Dazing
While mindlessly
Grazing

The Purest Gold

The clouds always part

See the Sea

When will I see the sea
for what it is
and what it will always be?

This is How Love Is

For in the end,
Love Runs to Us,
Grasps Us,
And Refuses to Ever let Us go.

Sonnet XLIII – Unsparing

Whatever form that functions is the thing
That proffers wisdom, be it balm or sting.

transition

wisps of potential
precipitation
occlude
the sun’s rays,
goosebumping
my flesh
which was recently warm.

What a Trip – #SoCS

Little things piled up. Thing which, under normal circumstances, would have rolled off my back, but they ALL. HAPPENED. AT. ONCE.

No Shovel Required

Snow falls and then melts

Fractured Faces

Safe
in our certain
Somethingness…

Deep Thirst

A Sauvignon BlancNearing our parched lips and tonguesSlakes a long dryness

Obscured

I see you… Rising above the cloudswhich obscurewhere your building began. You continue to riseIn spite of the clouds, And … More

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.