I have often wondered how things would be, if my dreams came to me? They are just out of reach. Winged creatures, without features. Just when I start to see their wings glowing blue gleam, farther and farther away they seem to stream. Just out of reach, they tease and taunt me. Never really lettingContinue reading “Dreams of Old”
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Dreams: Foggy Mess
What did I eat for dinner? What form of indigestion made this night a winner? My bestie was in my dream. However, her face was unseen. Why we were on a boat, I’ll never know. Could have been a show? There was a man. I have no idea who he was. All he did wasContinue reading “Dreams: Foggy Mess”
The Power of the Storm
A veil of darkness falls over the earth. It is coming. I can feel it. I know it’s power. *Silence. A silence I know all to well. A silence I long for. Anticipation with in me grows. *I rush outside. With open arms, I accept the approach. No power is greater. No passion can beContinue reading “The Power of the Storm”
Dreams: Muddy Water
I read once that dreaming of muddy water meant trouble is ahead. Last night while I was lying in my bed, my dreams were filled with a vacation scene. Our vacation house was tranquil and clean. A storm raced across the night sky. Causing sea levels to take a massive rise. Water was above myContinue reading “Dreams: Muddy Water”
Nostalgia Tree
Stop the Clatter
Shouldn’t have opened my mouth. Shouldn’t have said a word. Should have kept it bottled inside the way I always do. I didn’t want a lecture. I didn’t want a speech. I wanted someone to listen to me. Someone to vent to. Someone to let the pressure out to. Someone to just listen to me.Continue reading “Stop the Clatter”
Sneeze
Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
Soggy Little Oaty-O
Green
for the green that does not grow we break our backs throughout our lives the seed we must sow in order to make up for the green we lack some rob, cheat, and steal to get pictures of presidents so grand others will grind the mill and hope time will work a plan we haveContinue reading “Green”
Excommunicated
Excommunication! Manipulation. Silence. How dare you! You will need me. Silence. I can. You can. Manipulation. Do as I say. Not as I do. Manipulation. Moan. Complain. Be silent! Abandon. Need. Manipulation. There is a built in need in every child to have a relationship or bond with our birth parents. This need is deepContinue reading “Excommunicated”
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