Maple wood, a wallflower, A simple insight with such power. Rich sweetness, surrounded in the sour. Profundity unfolding, on the tip of my tongue, I go for the dive, only to plunge. A towering ladder, potential untapped, and yet I cower and turn my back. A drop from the sun before I fold. It burns…
Month: October 2021
Diaries of a Hapful Scribe
Entry #1 Life is such a beautiful and strange thing. The twists and turns it takes with a bit of conviction are enough to leave the strongest on their knees and directionless. The last few years have taught me so much. Mostly how capable the human spirit is of recovering from spiritual deaths we imagine…
Quiet Time Self Reflection
I am frostI am snowI am raindrops on my nose.I am sand I am salt I’m the sea between my toes.I am a rockI am bold.I’m the story never told.I can’t be bought. I can’t be sold.I’m the stone never rolled.I am bright.I am whole.I’m the star I wish to hold.I am love.I am kind.I’m…
Oneness… A Poetic Reflection
I’ve killed you a million times in my mind.You’ve returned full force each time.The shadow to the glow I’ve grown to love.I push, I pull, I wrestle, and shove.Escalating charges, putting on my gloves. As below so above. You crawl from my depths and follow me shapeshifting.Reminding me of all the places I’ve been unwilling.And…
The Woman In The Water
DAY ONE Chapter One Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived on a hillside. When she was still very young, her parents had left the cottage to find mushrooms and berries in the forest beyond. They never returned. Gerta grew surrounded by the animals they’d left behind. As if aware that…
Declaration of a Commoner: “My Body My Choice”
Why does this only apply to those trying to extinguish a defenseless life? Why does this only stick for those plagued by symptoms of mindlessly indulging? Why does this only appeal to the minds that reside in an ironically self-defined liberal hive? Why is this the go-to for those who can’t seem to articulate a…
Burn Book Files: Poem Entry #4
Growing Pains entry #4 Kicking and screaming, upon entry and leaving, That’s how I am bound for coming and going, though the in-between is up to me, mostly, anyway, that’s what they’ve told me. But if I tune out the noise from the peanut gallery and take only the cues offered by Life as it…