Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Is This The End

picture my own

The ways of the world and the flow of the stream directed where she would go,
yet felt something were missing, maybe a knowing she once had,
sorrow tinged instead her shadow, ‘til she detoured this one particular day.
Who knew she would end up here, away from the danger obedience teaches,
a long-held breath fading away her fears so she may dance,
and she dances with the fire, too close it would seem,
scatters all she has and everything she knows as ashes would blow in the wind,
she’s flown to the waters’ edge where the waves roll with the cries of the seagulls
and the mist kisses away her tears, she is now, she is here, she is home.

Friday, February 9, 2018

Rainy Day Thinking

picture source: https://za.pinterest.com/pin/375909900138179364/

I let you in without reserve, eagerly, with open arms,
shared my thoughts, my body, my passions, my time,
I blended my space with elements to your liking, for your comfort,
crafted meals and conversations, created variations and deviations,
all this I give out of love for you,
potentially, you can destroy me, will you?

This is 55 word piece offering, in memory of an old friend, Galen Hayes.  Now Joy at Verse Escape is our host, so if you want to participate, head on over there.