This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,
which is round but not flat and has more colors
than we can see.
Category: Freedom
what will the waves do with their fury?
Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.
Take Them Off!
Who is the Weakest Link?
The Race
Every race needs a winner.
Self-challenge, and… go.
I still don’t know where to start.
This is How Love Is
For in the end,
Love Runs to Us,
Grasps Us,
And Refuses to Ever let Us go.
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
Whatever.
Whatever.
Fractured Faces
Safe
in our certain
Somethingness…
Between the Cadences
There,
we have choices
that make all the difference
Between the cadences.
A Book of Endless Pages – SoCS
Every day is a new page in a book of endless pages.
Obscured
I see you… Rising above the cloudswhich obscurewhere your building began. You continue to riseIn spite of the clouds, And … More
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
Win/Win?
Competing interests /
Often call for some losses /
Before both can win
Sunset
We can’t always live In the daylight…
‘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.
The Roller Coast
We can’t get enough
of
The Coasters.
Sonnet XLI – Christmastide
It’s “Boxing Day” which means the season’s o’er? In ‘Murica, again, we have it wrong.
Don’t Yuck Someone Else’s Yum – #SoCS
You don’t have to like it; you don’t have to eat it. I will.
defying atrophy 