Deeper
Give me the undercurrentsand not the shiny shallows.The math of founding harmonies,dark forests in their hallows. *** [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/flo222-4394947/ ]
Good intentions
Daguerreotype is the day,ancient as I drive. Beside me she is a ghost,and I can’t speak to the veil-the closed idiom of her soul. OrI am the ghostand have simply … Continue Reading Good intentions
White bird singing in the dead of night
As we spoke a wing, long broken, fell off inside of me, unnoticed as a leaf. I stepped out of sheep’s clothing and flaunted a love. And my arms, oh … Continue Reading White bird singing in the dead of night
Chapters
One house had hooks and stairs. Sharp corners and forest. This house is smooth, considerate, and many-plugged. Cats, exploring, find concrete caves down a flight. Loud laundry in the kitchen, … Continue Reading Chapters
For the lost
“FOR THE LOST” In fog’s night, there’s a shimmer. A hint of hearth and home. A muted invitation to one who walks alone. Far away from native shore and succor … Continue Reading For the lost
The day before winter
A walk, shortened, in October bluster. Black branches flailing shake off leaves to the bonfire of fall. Escape, they do, in a tumble dry dance. Carpet the catwalks. Stick to … Continue Reading The day before winter
Something to chew on
A troubling fall Undone esteem A mother’s pall informs the dream. *** Image: https://pixabay.com/users/designdrawartes-8580564/
Shrinking violet
Being too-long hesitantto mount the stepsmakes one grow slipper-bound,complacent in regret’s denial.Greenish in huefrom watching the passers-by take to flight. *** Image: https://pixabay.com/users/geralt-9301/
In plain sight
~It wasn’t like you see in the movies, with large looming ships and lizard people, or elusive saucers seen in the corners of your eye. They were here all the … Continue Reading In plain sight
sunroom
Originally posted on Within A Forest Dark:
Sunroom: Sunlight streaming through vertical blinds by Steve Garner, flickr At exactly 7:44 a.m. the sun rises above the line of covered garages…
Worship
At some days’ end, I feel as if I have stepped my last- propping up this frame, these unpadded shoulders, boned as a scarecrow. Dithering with the primal thoughts of … Continue Reading Worship
