breath of sunshine
winter so fair
snowflakes blow
as tumbleweeds,
and there are daisies
in her hair.
The Reason
one day, I’ll be
a reason, no, the
reason, he never
feels alone.
until then, he’ll
search
and I will be okay
here.
Peaceful Guard
Claim envelopes dawn
Monochrome protects sunshine
Moon nods, not today
Break Free
Write, holding back
The silence we allow,
Ignite the passion,
We often live without.
Encourage lost in
Abandonment,
And forsake those
Who disagree.
Live life as a testament,
And use her in your dreams
Winter’s Melody
Shifting of branches
Crack of her limbs
A melody of tinkling,
The cause for my grin.
Ice sliding downward
Upon a water bed,
And these sounds,
Caused by the wind.
A reason for pause
A merge of solitude,
I wonder what if
or possibly, what then.
Turning to ask,
A fog of memories,
Finding you further away
And our story, at its end.
Honesty
Rarely do I rebolg and never have I reblogged my own words, but today as I reflect on what is asked of me in this new life of mine, I saw this again. It made me shudder in disbelief and nod sadly. Why, after three years am I still struggling to believe trust exists. Today, I open my heart to the act of trusting. Maybe someone out there will, too. The post is a bit of a rambling, but that conversation I wrote down there is the presence of love and trust, as I live and breathe.
I’m currently writing through some dark spots in my book, which means a lot of self-reflection pokes at my attention. I am broken, even with my deep faith, and after all these years. Thank you for sitting through a lot of darkness lately, and a bit more to come. I hope you’ll be there when this moment passes on.
So, while seeking deep inside myself, this conversation came to me. My Angel’s conversation with God as it arrived on paper yesterday. I have come to realize that I feel love, but I don’t trust love.
I am a child who grew up too soon due to divorce. I love my parents deeply. I have forgiven them quite easily and years ago. As an adult, I see how hard it is to always make the best decisions. No one is capable of that kind of perfection. Not me. Not my parents. They did…
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Distance
I walk
Measure footprints
I stand
Succumbing winds
I continue
Waves encouraging
I wait
Beach envelopes
I obey
Ocean sings
Criticism – Senryu
One Crooked shoe lace
Next time remove the popcorn
Internal choking
A Life Obtainable
A window into ever after,
Witnessing from afar, a life
Where forests grow,
Oceans lap endlessly
And desires are still
Encouraged, sought after
And dreamed.
A place where faith,
Comes first, as our
Initial breath, while
prairie grass bows
Towards wind, steadfast.
Homes are full of heat,
Not just from bread baking,
But from love honest
and complete. Endless
Work, and time to pause
Deemed important,
Yet over time, has been lost.
Stoic Protector
Do you know the owl,
The one who sits now
Upon the middle limb,
The patchwork branch,
Of a once thriving essence?
Her skin is exposed,
Bare, light timber
Amongst veined,
Even freckled patches of,
Black and grey bark.
Owl remains perched,
Guarding at the helm,
As the brightest star sets
Behind thinning stock, and
What is now his tree,
Whether he chooses to
Believe it or not.
She’s the aftermath of
Witnessed abuse,
Pain felt,
And reoccurring sadness
As others depart.
He’s her stoic protector
And shall not fade
With the evening sun.
Want
as soft as her delicate skin
proved as pink as her blush
she looks like her lying there
’tis why you want her so much
Disguise
Diamond Studded Mask
Eleganant pattern trance
Will not change her
With or Without
She was quiet this morning,
Dawn, that is, miraculous,
Peaceful in her timeless dignity.
Two mallards skim rural water, as twin rogues,
Before taking flight with one another,
Their sky, a season of cerulean.
An ibis flirted with stoic wind,
Hardly noticed and without sound,
As her white wings rode his reliable gift.
Nature thrilled with my insistent watchful probe,
Created a warm glow from the rising sun,
Behind clouds, the color of smoke.
In the end, my eyes focused,
On a spider crawling about her web,
Intricate designer, naked to most.
Her long legs seemingly stretched across,
Compressed air, as I questioned myself, almost,
But, chose to alter my angle, instead.
Life reassured me, artistry brought into focus,
Minutes passed, comfort took hold,
As I found you there, too.
How do I know?
Alone, I briefly turned and whispered in awe,
“You’re seeing this, aren’t you?”
Hood replaced reluctantly, closed tight
Gloved hands situated
Into warm inviting pockets
I continue amongst what’s frozen
Compounded
Careful words
( ‘care’ ‘ful’ )
Needed, required
Thoughts of insignificance
( ‘in’ ‘significance’ )
Must return
Buried in
The end of what mattered
Fathomable
( ‘fathom’ ‘able’ )
Builds connection
Reasons to continue
A lifeline,
( ‘life’ ‘line’ )
Inwardly searching
Where is the passage
A Guess, My Hope
During the stillness
Of life, her
Breath held,
Heartbeat slow,
He smells of
Leather
Pine
And a Carhartt coat,
Would be a guess,
My hope.
Without permission,
And with visions closed
Her desire for him
Continues
First Experience
making aquintance
breathing ownership across
a moment in time
Like Driving Out of Control
All I want is you,
To make you proud
When all I can do
Is be me, when is
Enough good enough?
My steering wheel has
Too much bulk, my fingertips
Are cold, hold on, while
My heart drives out
Of control.
These shoes today, a horrible
Choice. Sure, watch me limp
Across the street,
Ha, still me wishful
Thinking, longing.
Curly hair, blown by
Monday’s fluttering wind
Let it be, messy again.
My mind spins against time
And all I hear is patience,
I’m fighting my
Inner child
Effort
don’t apologize
misery leads excuses
reaction, enough
In A Moments Time
From simple beginnings
A leader, yet not
Self cope, learned not taught
An ache swells against her chest
She, fully aware of the meaning
And where her priorities
Should remain, yet
A glimpse of cerulean,
Through a pristine white sky,
Leaves her swiftly restrained.
Wild daisies across an open field,
Tall prairie grass swaying
Is pictured, visioned longingly
With his strong hand
Pulling her in
Taken, once again
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 