Florence paused at the door, “what the hell did you just say?” and how could you? - when I’m framed in the doorway I love being connected but not immobility it is a selfish act to hold me in captivity you are held hostage in there your Karma has you wrapped it will boomerang on … Continue reading Florence’s Revenge
I die a thousand deaths, as bits and pieces I value - look irrelevant in the world, make me think what’s extrinsic – the world or me. I see diamonds turn to dust, and gold to mud I look aghast at emptiness of - everything I value - look irrelevant in the world You see … Continue reading What is Extrinsic?
I inherited- an imperfect world bloated complacence of privilege -challenged by aggression of less privileged -manned by mistaken humility of masses An imperfect world unbalanced by inequitable spread of natural inheritance -a right to dignified existence I’m troubled by the vision of what will I leave for my grandchildren? how will they answer this question … Continue reading Legacy
volcanos erupting inside me find relief in the lava that flows through my fingers on the keyboard from the pen or the paintbrush. It disappoints by not burning screens or paper not staining reputations not igniting repentance. I need a little more angst a little more anger a little more power to change the world … Continue reading Poetic Eruptions
you painted on my back the stars and skies I missed in life love that binds follows me like claustrophobia I need to tell myself stains are washable not tattoos that kill I need to tell myself love is freedom - and never greater than life Photo Challenge #241
I cheered for truth in hostile environs till falsehood claimed me I cheered for freedom amidst dictators till bondage chained me I cheered for life on the hospital bed till death claimed me I cheered – to have my say, my way -I lost myself (44 words) Quadrille #70
nature bounces back in the form of disasters if abused, but shows stories of survival it knows power to manipulate not only corrupts but addicts the world to remote control devices yet it refuses to collaborate with its tormentors it refuses to believe what they believe and fairy tales … Continue reading Persistence
starkness of branches mourn incompatibility with silvery opulence of season’s offerings warm teardrops mourn inadequacy to thaw snowy hearts celebrating solitude layers of foliage await their turn - to play with sun and shade and fascinate those who care Thursday Photo Prompt
It destroys It consumes It lights up It transforms It purifies It renews It warms It burns hidden fires inside me give energy to vaporize to create to resurrect to recommence life after death Poetics at dVerse
I couldn’t have done it alone divine interactions with the unknown flow through my soul spilling out words, sounds unheard of before helping me make sense of the world around like I’ve never done before. I couldn’t have done it alone bits and pieces of my psyche rearranging in patterns creating unseen art to enrich … Continue reading I couldn’t have done it alone
