This is my third installment sharing my experiences with editing my first novel manuscript.
I wrote this poem after a 2 week stay in a complex care facility. It's my way of processing my thoughts and emotions.
Sergio Gonzalez / Unsplash Gazing, gasping, and gaping in awe,as I behold a tapestry most majesticwith multitudes of intricacies woven,light, life, and love spun into threadsintricately placed by the Master’s hands. Staring at beauty extravagant ponderingthe source of His inspiration withemotions whirling, voices praising,worship pouring out, acknowledgingHis image embedded within each strand. Wooden shuttle chatters … Continue reading Ethereal Masterpiece
Zoe finally discovers who the caretaker is and follows her destiny.
DANNY G / UnSplash Paintook up residencewithout permissionstealing everythingit came in contactwith including myDreams. Lostin despair’s dark lairembers spark to flamefear whispers liesinto both my earsstirring latent fearsFury. Timein kaleidoscopic hazeneurologic degradationinterlocked nerves sparkingtriggering spastic legs intoSpasm. Firetormenting burning paininvading each cellas inflammationseizes the knees firststealing my balanceAgain. Walkerwheels keep me movingwhile fatigue assaultstwin torturers nowtraumatizing … Continue reading An Unwanted Companion
Max Vakhtbovych / Pexels The rooster’s crow pierced through her dreams. Zoe groaned and looked at the alarm clock on her bedside table. It was early. The events of the day before flooded her mind, pushing all thoughts of sleep aside. She got up, put her robe and slippers on without really being aware. Once she’d … Continue reading Morning Star Manor – Part 4
Taking what the human eye perceives and attempting to capture that on canvass, is a difficult feat to accomplish.
Communion is a touching poem of sacred moments that touch one's life. What was your latest communion?
Photo by Ty Finck on Unsplash Furnace downstairs hidesthe pointy-nosed bogeymanclimbs out to chase me. Neck hairs stand up straightcement wall Chief’s headdress shadow,no window across. Old witch cackles whilestoking two hot grey ovens,we lay bound waiting. Drums beat, voices chantmoccasin feet start to danceno one hears but me. Paralyzed by fearI open my mouth to screamand nothing … Continue reading Childhood Nightmares: A Haiku Chain
Photo by Alex Dukhanov on Unsplash Grief and loss most profound Teeters on shaking ground Molten rivers of tears Erupt from latent fears Mouth silenced by a mask Pressured to take the vaxx Division, hatred, strife Slowly devalues life Media’s shame and blame Stokes embers into flames As depression taunts Loss of freedom haunts Our dreams. I … Continue reading Humanity Lost