Ghost-busting …..by Artie
I was five, I said no,
I don’t want his name behind my name.
As if I sensed what was to come.
But the tree was rooted, or rather re-rooted.
And I grew thereby
proving perhaps his parenthood.
Uglier then uglier versions of me,
on me like a cheap suit.
Then you don’t rise from ashes
without having been in the fire.
My spirit surviving through
the ghost of who I was
vanishing as the old warthog’s ashes
splashed into the swamp
from the boardwalk at fisherman’s landing.
Egg yolks are so yummy. I don’t want an omelet with egg whites…. I stop in my tracks to hear a voice as Judah fiddles with his fork, trying to prick the yolk on his sunny side up. “I’m sure the world outside is sunnier than me. It’s great to be out of that egg … Continue reading Sunny side up
“I completed my homework. Now you complete the story.” Even in a fatigued state, I can’t help thinking that my baby has learnt to negotiate. I try to recall the last narrative. The princess is locked up in a castle on top of the hill. Fairy Godmother gives him the Prince the power to fly … Continue reading Interrupted
waterlogged streets, cloudy skiesheavy downpour, clothes won’t dry yet, drop in temperaturea tremendous reliefheat is such an alienator my birthday’s just passed bybut Leo month keeps me high will this year be worse or betteror between the yearsjust another connector? A time to reflect, a time to dreammaybe it’s a chuckle or a scream I … Continue reading August
A remote in my hand lets me control devices. I’m happy. How close is far, when the pandemic does not allow me to be a part of my neighbor’s joys and sorrows? Isolated by the virus, I draw closer to the world with messages and calls. But those who are far … remain far. I … Continue reading Remote
night falls -butmy human's still outjust smellingyour washed clothesnot enough - come cuddle meit's turned dark - come fast Written for Photo Challenge #425 hosted by Sarah Weejars
A brilliant, creative piece by Susan
-When she opened the door, Dorothy revealed the resplendent spectacle of Munchkin Land. –
This was cinematic genius and a commentary on the human capacity to appreciate beauty.
Engineers, build.
Mathematicians, figure.
Philosophers, think.
And, artists and poets, add resplendence to our existence.
Don’t let anyone tell you who is most ‘essential’ to your community or the world. We ALL are.
https://amanpan.com/2022/08/02/moonwashed-weekly-challenge-resplendent-august-2-2022/
peacock feathers strutresplendent in their glorycolor bursts through screams Written for Moonwashed Weekly Challenge
I pray for uninterrupted vision, beyond the trees, mountains and tall buildings-a whole, unbroken view before the stars take over, and the scarred Moon mocks the Almighty Sun. The birds I feed every morning fly beyond reach as the day progresses. I hope they return with a message. When they tweet outside my window, I … Continue reading XXL helplessness
Much more than a thought - Phases ... by justathought
