Tag Archive: writer

Nowhere and Somewhere

Nowhere and somewhere is where I must be Search in the waiting, but nothing I see. Wonder perplexing when all is unclear giving my all and still trapped in such fear. WHAT is… Continue reading

The Wonder

Oh to what is sleeping here, Heart of past in bones so clear, unknown shared in words on page paper shift, the ribbon gauged. It lingers now in breeze unseen A craftsman’s work… Continue reading

Tomorrow’s hope

Swishing splash and feet are moved a carrying onward this sigh here wrapped in golden embrace it’s pause, lifts and purpose, hazy… dissipates, a flitting into breeze. All steps before random and aimless… Continue reading

Step, pause

Joining the line, step like the rest of all who need to carry on, pause.   An inch or two, step Keep your distance or else you will suffer grief, pause   When… Continue reading

So much

There is…so much I watch as sunlight dances on the ground, and wonder What WORLD is this? A Plague to stricken, Whose grip tightens A Light…bobbing in b r e a t h… Continue reading

In This

In this time, we pause Our lives but a haze of duty, diligence Fatigue we fight for moments shared, bared Real we cannot control the whirl, twirling Still the NOW abides, full, free… Continue reading

Carrying the Light

It’s coming, sure, sure as the… sun rises? Yes. As sure as that I pray and hope and plug away as clouds move in to stay? pass? linger. Yes. They linger still, trapping… Continue reading

New Day’s Gift

A fall day’s walk in springtime light cools gentle path and raises height   in steps that lift my eyes to see a breezing breath wash over me,   i pause and take… Continue reading

Awakened

A sparkle, rebirth unfolds in glorious light catching my breath there.   Feathered arrival budding, limp, to rise so grand liberating breeze.   Aware of privilege, to witness the beginning, as morning’s joy… Continue reading

It. Went. Dark.

A week ago TV went black. Our spirits all sunk and went slack. Not even a drink, could rescue from brink, the longing for it to be back. It’s not like we’re slave… Continue reading