I was going to write a poem in response to today's one word prompt, as is custom for my blog, but I felt like "conquer" described all too perfectly my current state to handle it abstractly or leave it to interpretation. Last week, I... Continue Reading →
Words wrapped safely away, plucked and powerless in their new space Bobbing beyond the crashing waves Just in time to this unknown place Their weight grows heavy against the glass, It tries to hold, support their mass Not a chance of victory for this vessel Did it know it could fail, before it fell? […]
The beauty fades as their shadows shrink What yet remains for those barren bones? Unforgiving waves of winter Hammer harshly upon their vulnerable veins. Standing though swaying A memorized movement A rhythm well-rehearsed, Their limbs lay outstretched Reaching for ones... Continue Reading →
Cold kisses of clouds steal away salty seas and slide down the contours of her cheeks, you frown. Catching a glimpse what she dare not reveal fore now. Unraveling, her thoughts traveling to another place, where your face is but a stranger before... Continue Reading →
I needed this, it's true. First of flurries falling, try to be blue Each flake, a million chances I sit, watch their unique little dances Try to be blue, you can't, this spectacular show demands this You owe them after... Continue Reading →
The countdown resets after pressing "publish." Lighter being, reviving feeling Can I make this last, I wish At what point will it diminish? This freedom from thinking This freedom from needing A voice, what choice is there? Do you not feel it? How... Continue Reading →
I hung some Christmas lights in my room today. My mood seems to brighten upon their illumination. I let my eyes tire, lose focus, and the colors begin to blur. The bulbs slowly grow, I now hardly know how much... Continue Reading →
I look up, I do this often - to imagine what the view must be like to those creatures looking down. Are they happy where they are? Would they too prefer the scene from afar? Perspective is a powerful tool,... Continue Reading →
the Periodic Writer 
Hung Up On, hanging on
Alone among the dial tone. Breathless, taken by the moment passed So much, then again nothing so fast. Time for the dissection, oh where, oh where do we begin? Hello, goodbye--how again did I leave it? Burned in my brain, but only how... Continue Reading →