Summer heat had dried out the yellow dirt making it drift and move on any breeze, preferably into my nostrils, it would appear. Flies buzzed in the cotton plants and the sizzle of my head fed my ears.The heat wafted and changed what I could clearly see into distorted waves that made me stare long … Continue reading Honeysuckle Vines and Sheila
Tears of a young one, fed from fear and hunger, missing the support of Mother. A cry that calls for help in life.Tears of an old one, fed from a life of mistakes fueled from pride, supported by few. Tears of desperation, hoping someone listens to the final beats, as the night closes heavy.All tears … Continue reading Tears of Life
And, a mother fought to birth you, lost in her moment of life and death. She struggled to feed you, in your moments of helplessness. And, she wanted to teach you, as your self fought against her. And, she wanted to be proud of you, as your arrogance said, "I make my own way." And, … Continue reading Afterlife
Lost. In the Dark. Fueled with fear and doubt. A hand reaches out for me. Holds my desperation in contradicted fingers, cradles my loss, accepts my head and shoulder. Never judges, rejects or criticizes. I am cared for. I have been warmed. I feel accepted. Not alone.
All the neighborhood gang stood around in the dirt choosing sides, while the summer sun eased our pores open and sweat rivered down our necks. Passing clouds were lazy as the wind was slow, and the insects were present and loud. A few ball bats lay on the ground, while the one baseball was in … Continue reading Choosing Sides
Thrice I have "died", twice to "return"Each time with less, like wall missing mortar and brick. The brace still there, though not as true. The love in heart still strong, but the future light is less. Every love we lose takes a bit of rock out of the run. We have the sand to wake … Continue reading The Mortar in My Wall
How many more for me? Warm, leisurely fingers drape across the day, moving the buds in the trees and seeds of the earth to come to, move and grow, while colors burst anew, as the shadows of the trees shorten then lengthen. The gray and brown of cold has been chased by wonderful greens and … Continue reading Spring
Yes, I live in darkness.I know the light is out there, and is bursting, but I stay in here. I will not open the door. I live alone. Not of fear, but one of comfort, as I know how I will wake tomorrow and the passing of my day.I am not afraid of the bullies … Continue reading Behind my Door
My Branch, My Piece of Heaven The sun ignores the leaves, while I tuck in a bough far above the ground. The old limb moves gently, slowly in the breeze. While I think of my life and how fresh I am. I see the grass below in lazy gaze, with my hands tucked neath my … Continue reading My Branch, My Piece of Heaven (with Audio File)
Truth And, when there is no reason to lie, And, when there is no guile And, when the heart and words flow as one together Like a newborn soul in this world, of sudden light and sound and pain, That new soul knows of no lie or guile When a soul only knows comfort or … Continue reading Truth Lost- Can it be Found?