Instinct bodies can bruise, stagger, and tilt with a breeze psyches can hamper, crack, and smile with an angle but spirit-awakened instinct cannot be lead astray Written for The Sunday Whirl using the twelve words pictured above. I do enjoy the creative … Continue reading
dismissed in a moment he pondered the why of it as the suits looked past him in the veined marble hall his mind spiraled down a hole seeking solace in sleep Written for Red Wolf Poems Wordle #25. The words … Continue reading
Yay! I’m joining a blog tour today, My Writing Process. Thank you, Michelle Pond, for inviting me. Readers, you can find Michelle on her blog, MAPoet. There you will find her poetry and a link to her published collection titled I Keep … Continue reading
It’s tough to let down a barrier and swing into power I can’t zip there like diamonds falling over a waterfall but I can strap on courage and suspend my zone of comfort I can pleat details into a unit designed to support a … Continue reading
pack your bags ask why dig out the root-cause make a plan to heal by mending in time you’ll miss the cat’s growl you may sleep in rows with bursts of shivering but you won’t visit heaven, yet ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ … Continue reading
self-love is letting go of broken promises promises I’ve made and ones made to me promises made with good intention and ones made with no intention broken promises are yesterday’s news ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My word for 2014 is Purge; letting go of broken promises is the beginning … Continue reading
take a chance tip the tinted tincture thinking is integral with mapping your way don’t blast softly synchronize then answer the call ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written for The Sunday Whirl. The words this week: think, tip, tincture, tint, integral, synchronize, softly, with, … Continue reading
tree limb shadows remind her of octopus tentacles she likes everything balanced tight like a stack of bricks she thinks prairies should be fence free nothing makes her madder than a cheat’s mouth talking trash except maybe the amalgam of … Continue reading
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inertia nestled in degrees of pain she hit the floor seeing visions of years when her heart was persuaded to stay if only she’d dreamed this period of self-neglect, but the space in time was real and was now … Continue reading
