Poised

overlooking worlds in a quest to reach the sky -balancing my feet deriving strength from hard rocks before I take off to fly https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/01/17/what-do-you-see-117-january-17-2022/

Let them scoff

I borrow from the sky When I feel low, down and out I borrow from the Sun When darkness pervades my path I borrow from the birds When my feet are being cut off I live - because it’s the only option I have I know what it takes - but the world scoffs https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/01/10/what-do-you-see-116-january-10th-2022/

Being alive

https://open.spotify.com/episode/2stmCKlcH44ZhZmAdwqZZa?si=44de61b638464386 Sadje's prompt It takes a lot of courage to be here - being alive to warm your soul. They believe a lamp spreads light by burning itself. I burn to fulfil the purpose of existence. It’s the only way I know to exist. I revel in self-created auras around me. If someone benefits, it’s … Continue reading Being alive

Petrified

I’ve watched calcification of souls with slow accretion of deposits of apathy -disconnectedness rules I was alive once but chose petrification with concentrated spirits some day I hope to connect human rocks below infuse empathy in them maybe they see what I see maybe we connect better maybe they see value in going back to … Continue reading Petrified

Scripts

doorways to the past -overarching stories paint filtering sunlight changing how one reads the script - lets it dominate life - or buries it to move forward https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/12/06/what-do-you-see-111-december-6-2021/

Impostor

https://open.spotify.com/episode/0uIHsKjUEmiibuYlxFHno4?si=9c6ec3e2bcaf441f There are three kittens looking like Kitty, probably her offspring. They look at me with curiosity, but my eyes look for my friend. Hope she recognises me… It was a deep bond, but not a free one. Reciprocity was the name of the game. I taught her how to use a laptop and the … Continue reading Impostor

Tales Unheard

Nameless people in a house on stilts without an address The lake turns red A shadow is murdered Flowing waters the only witness waters change, time flows snow unfreezes to merge with emptiness Someone calls as oars cut through tales unheard A boatman sings voiceless anonymous… A spy’s life- fictitious infamous much maligned patriotic, self-effacing … Continue reading Tales Unheard

Dreams are made of …

pristine existencea faint glimmer of hope shinesin heavenly bluesI'll die to reach there somedayI hope it's not just a dream https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/11/08/what-do-you-see-107-november-8-2021/