You assumed I was not strong enough You assumed I laid bare my heart- And found unworthy, I’d slink my way Into the shadows Unseen Unknown Unheard of. Yet the traces Of my existence That you found so Bereft of meaning Barely scraped the surface. You knew not my tears, Nor their circumstance You… Continue reading Building Walls, a poem
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We Live in this Awkward Silence, a poem
We live In this awkward silence We order food, We sometimes say hello, But rarely do we Bare our souls, unafraid. Why is it So hard to breathe? We have become accustomed To hiding our fears They are as comfortable As a warm blanket on our backs And the world fervently seeks The words… Continue reading We Live in this Awkward Silence, a poem
Skewed, a poem
Nature desires Clear vision Open with wonder Awake And alive No determined lines No prescribed interpretation Intentionally aware. Yet along the passages Of experience, We learn To skew our view. Beauty is defined Delineated Proscribed All else fails To interest. Like ants Scurrying Toward a meal – We have no time To notice… Continue reading Skewed, a poem
The Forest Begs Us to Walk More Slowly, a poem
In the silence of the forest Do we walk quickly? Treading the path Like many - How many miles? How many miles ahead And how many left behind? Or do we tarry A little longer And dwell in the moments Replayed in every single step In the silky voice of the wind In the crunch… Continue reading The Forest Begs Us to Walk More Slowly, a poem
Dancing in the Rain (Portrait Poetry Series #31)
Today, the Daily Post Prompt is messy. I could not help but remember this poem I posted quite some time ago. It holds a special place in my heart - autobiographical, then not. We are dancing in the rain It matters not, that we’ll get wet - life is meant to be messy… Continue reading Dancing in the Rain (Portrait Poetry Series #31)
Conversations with a superhero
Above all things, I am a mother. Of course, I cook, I clean, I chase imaginary monsters from under the bed, and yeah... sometimes I get the chance to write and take pictures. Truly, it is much more glamorous than all that might seem. I get to spend time with my crew, I am… Continue reading Conversations with a superhero
Lessons in Spring, a poem
Her tears were watercolors, awash across the plains where fields dwelled, unplowed fortresses of earth waiting for spring. After the rains came, the earth gave birth to color: fields of swaying shades of green, outstretched azure skies, the golden sun laying its gaze on the elegance of yellow, white, and purple wildflower displays sighing… Continue reading Lessons in Spring, a poem
Weathered with Age, a poem
The barn sits in the corner Of the property Sloped roof, full of snow The paint has worn thin And what once shined brightly, Is now a dull gray with age. My, how things change. . . The wind whistles eerily through the wood siding and though I am alone, the past whispers grainy… Continue reading Weathered with Age, a poem
Reality tv
At times, I think the world prefers a constant distraction the bright, flashing lights of profitable pursuits that promise longevity strength poise and beauty or perhaps, a grand distraction to see not, where we once thrived, a snake-oil pursuit of dreams. Were the sign not flashing, none would ever see, for the blandness of… Continue reading Reality tv
When Freedom is Lost, a poem
Freedom slips through open fingertips like waving fields of grain. We have learned to disperse them and set them out upon the open sea. While some, we neglect others befall our definition through purse’d lips and a furled brow of seething anger that no longer seems to ever sleep. How can we reach… Continue reading When Freedom is Lost, a poem
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