I am a transformed person today. I hired Linda to think for my protagonist, for the novel to shape up. She made it clear that she has no boundaries. It has been a fascinating journey, as I explored new worlds, tested the improbable or impossible, lived outside my body, stretched my soul to extremes of … Continue reading Expansive
Book: The Beauty Myth Author: Naomi Wolf Last line The next phase of our movement forward, as individual women, as women together, as tenants of our bodies and this planet, depends now on what we decide to see when we look in the mirror. What will we see? Poem we will see everything we’ve been … Continue reading The Beauty Myth
dreams brushing eyelidspaint vivid colors of hopefor the day ahead https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/01/15/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-january-15th-2020-sweet-dreams/
I’m afraid of laughter it purges me of so much sarcasm, relief camaraderie emotional inlays I know not how to process remnants of heaviness to pull a little companionship my way tears repel you authenticity scares I’m too sharp and raw the same you last saw I found nothing worthwhile to sway … Continue reading Emojis
excellence from the core it culls into somnambulence my senses lull I lose track of originals a chain of imitations finesse dulls https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/01/14/photo-challenge-298/
Waves roar on the seashore drowning the noise inside me, filtering core essence of thoughts, letting me know futility of indulgence in contemplation of transient influences, but compel me to think about life at the bottom of oceans, and its impact on turbulent waves https://dversepoets.com/2020/01/13/quadrille-94-roaring-in-the-new/
Wait a minute, you are forgetting someone.” “Someone … or something?” “You are the Queen’s beauty consultant. Where is the horse groomer? A handsome guy like me needs maintenance too.” “Oh, sure, Your Handsomeness! We have got two. They are in the carriage behind.” https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/01/13/what-do-you-see-13-january-13th-2020/
I look back in horror to see a girl who tried to please others -staring back at me zoned out -a stranger to self fumbling, floundering to find elusive spaces of honest expression Could that ever be me? failed attempts unmet expectations eliminated unwanted crystallised the self Yet, I wonder sometimes Is this … Continue reading Which one is Me?
A garden unknown, unseen that lives in my dreams where hope grows against the light against the sun and wind fuelled by a seed unknown, unseen where the nectar is not devoured by the bees but grows to sweetness unknown, unseen where gardeners arrive with sharp tools, then smile they know the … Continue reading Unknown, Unseen
