Covered in cotton Eyes blackened with soot Wars I have fought in Leaning on wrong foot Pulled out the weeds Found the special one Instructions that freed Standing in the sun Shooting stars ready now Grabbing at chances fear Earning a small bow Midnight sun so near I started today […]
It’s really too late as I sit tucked into the couch. I like sleeping on the couch, mainly because I feel closer to kids both of them at the same time, The other reason is I don’t like to sleep in my bed by myself. I am afraid of the […]
(The Marionette) The mad man glances at me No way I can set myself free Guided only by his hand He tries to make me stand For my fear, doesn’t fit his suit That brings me to his beck and call He tells me what to do but I fall […]
This follows my last post “Just a blog” Full Blue Moon October 31st, 2020. Bang. It hit me. Without knowing my whole story, I am completely shocked about what I just read about the full blue moon and its effect on mood. My jaw has still dropped. One of the […]
November 2, 2020 It has been such a long time since I have last done a “blog” style post. It seems I have been so busy, trying to live, trying to function. It has been a hard go over the last few months. One of my last blogs was the […]
Freedom Ⅰ With my cup held high I look beyond the sunshine Feelings of this cannot Sustain this trip Overstuffed my grey travel bag, brimming at the seams I put everything I had in there Even my ghosts and those with hollow eyes that I see in my dreams Fearless […]
A letter to Anne Sexton Confessional poetry I too have felt the strain of the heavy shackles that held me tight Far away from the lock and key Thoughts as dark as night No peace to be found I see those hideous creatures all around They barf in our brain […]
A letter to Sylvia Plath Confessional poem. I too, in the mirror image of you, have been bestowed a gift of pride and joy Wrapped in pretty things like ribbon and lace. A sheer delight. So they say. Chaos crashing in my mind Drowning out any peace Flooding the ground […]
Rejuvenate In the briskest of days, amongst the crackling leaves fallen below in warm hues of rich ruby red and crisp yellow, her eyes rest upon the newly trampled path placing her weary naked feet upon the deep rich cool carpet of moss covered in morning dew as she immerses […]
I started a course at my local college in Creative Writing. We are given assignments and I would like to publish what I have written. Our assignment was to recreate poetry that would mimic Kalil Gibran’s style of poetry. Here are my three that I will be submitting. I hope […]
