Feet move. Legs fall into place. Hips follow suit. Soon, my entire branch is moving. Swaying in the wind, I let the beat take me. Places above the space I currently have myself viewing. A room with a view plus two. Heart singing along with the strings strumming and humming life through the portal I’ve…
Month: February 2024
Kick Backs and Grab Bags: A Poetic Reflection
Take it easy. So breezy. Just be. So what are you saying?Be… differently? Cause I am something, certainly not wearing my best face,But the expression is the one I’ve been given.Give me a minute, I’m wrestling. Poor programming telling me,To find something nice to say. Has me sorting through the garbage you’ve thrown at me.*Pointing…
Another Love Note: That’s All She Ever Wrote
The feeling swells in me. Life. Pick up the phone please… On the first ring, maybe, but usually I have to get calm to hear it clearly, the same as it’s always been to me, a two-way mirror, not a one-way street. Energies meet and combine to form new fields between, shared realities. Full of…
The Illusion of ‘Knowing’ Through Book Learning, Only…
The easiest way to be fooled into complacency. Trapped to exist in loops and strings of linear thinking. Consuming reality in bytes and visuals that come easily, through monitors and screens, while never quite facing the reality hidden within each. The ability to miss the point through what is perceived loosely and assigned unuseful meanings….
Cleaning Thoughts That Stopped Me for a Beat of Writing… A poetic reflection
SORRY FOR THE FORMAT OF THIS ONE, I CAN’T FIGURE OUT WHY IT WON’T LET ME SEPARATE THE PARAGRAPHS. Thank you for reading around the inconvenience. <3 I can’t see them each enough, I become greedy for the wonder and beauty, a deep need to capture and keep them each. Never close enough. And so,…
Coffee Conversations: Poetic Reflections Gathered, By the Bank of the Babbling Brook
Fine-cut Diamonds Have Multiple Facets, each face catching the light and sending it away differently. Unique and priceless these fleshy prisms… It’s what makes it what it is… In my book at least. In me I find all characters and scenes, awaiting their time in the sun. The fool, the magician, the queens and the…
Coffee Thoughts: At Dawn, We Ponder Before Wandering/Diving Into the Deep
Leave a light on. No. Go. Not gone, only waiting, won’t beg.But knocking softly for entry.Until contents aren’t so busy chasing envy into vanities.And all other insanities like being angry after building on foundations of a bunch of little nothings until they became something you might have acknowledged Reduced, plucked, and released from the beginning….
Staring into the Sink: A Visual Poetic Reflection
Not wandering even, going… doing… taking action based on a thousand before this one. All resonating in harmony, each a little ‘me-seek’, ready to be done with its job. Waiting for me to find my feet and stay up. A sanctuary that’s forgotten itself in the scenery. Everything is shiny, and sweaty by way of…
Life Notes: Claiming ‘Sanctuary’
When you see something meaningful the last thing to be done is to speak about it in my mind, I rest, marinating in it. Letting my heartstrings bask in buoyant wellspring. Saltwater hot tubs, bubble baths, renewed energy. Calling each, piece by piece reclaiming my territory. Candlelight dances me through the veil thinning, to form…
Between the Myrtles: Chapter 12-
“So, here’s what I need you to do.” Bea was saying, as she sat cross-legged across from Lena. Both laughed. Bea’s fingertips were glowing emerald green and had begun to leak. A golden, almost watery glow swirled from Beas’ hands. The carpet could be seen illuminated by the light traveling. Lena leaned in closer and…