The gawkiness of childhood left behind often generated a ‘Was that really me?’ feeling. She blamed the lack of sophisticated parents and a nurturing environment for it. The question she asked herself with embarrassment, was soon replaced with a “Is that really me?” It was again the environment -the psychopath boss and toxicity of a … Continue reading Once again
I dreamt I was the moon. Miraculously, the underbelly of the world revealed itself – crime, conspiracy, concealed hostility. I swelled in size gradually, as I internalized the gory tales. I wish I was the Sun, scalding all…. but it was a moonless night again. https://dversepoets.com/2019/07/22/prosery-2/
Dawn is the most peaceful part of the day, and I choose to be out – walking on a path strewn with autumn leaves or snow or spring flowers. All carry different messages for my day ahead. Crazy me – I pick up a leaf and write a poem on it with the permanent marker … Continue reading Mediums have a voice, not words
