Jagged edge
Cut like a knife
glint of silver
bouncing light
draw
sharp
words
Dark blue
to depth of black
black and blue
cold
like
ice
Mirror image
reflecting back
a depth of
what
you
see
What you give
and if that’s nothing
what you take
deep
dark
desire
Is that you?
Do you
slide up
against the edge
pushing up
to a point?
Jam to
a stop
still
until you
sink
silent
Until there’s
A shift
A rearrangement
A gliding past
of what’s still
to what moves
I took a vacation day today trying to get my groove back. Or at least laugh and smile a bit. I didn’t die my hair purple, but did go with dark blonde, which is closer to reality than the golden tresses I was sporting. I needed something a little easier to maintain. I baked oatmeal,…
I’m a big fan of the television show “Once Upon a Time.” I enjoy fairy tales and magic, the battle of good against evil. Even if real fairy tales are not like Disney’s version — good doesn’t always win — I still hope that such losses hold a lesson. And in the case of the…
Despite the best of intentions, it’s been awhile since I posted here and will probably be awhile before I post again. It’s been an interesting summer — strange and perplexing and directionless and maybe a better summer because of that.
“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are… Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in my pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want,…
A dragonfly’s wings are transparent glittery things that always make me think of fairies… First LoveDo not give up your first love for it is forever in your heart in your mind The thing that got you through all things You could not stop even if you tried Who you are What you are Whatever your eye…
Last month, I read the book Find Your Artistic Voice by Lisa Congdon. In the first few pages, Congdon clarifies that the title is a bit misleading. It sounds like your voice is something solid—fixed and final—and all you must do is find it. In reality, your voice is always changing. “Your voice is formed…
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Compelling words to ponder Maery especially…
Do you
slide up
against the edge
pushing up
to a point?
Jam to
a stop
still
until you
sink
silent
I think I do at times and feel the cold….maybe its time to shift myself.