Be authentic; know who you are. Understand what’s buried beneath those mountainous feelings of inadequacy, fear, suffering, depression, despair, grief. Be prepared to walk deep into the cave of your misgivings; to poke the monster, Vulnerability, and hear its high-pitched squeal that shuts you down or sends you running. Be prepared to punch the monster … More Punch the Monster
Glimmer, hope. Be there for me. Uphold my faith in what might be. Help keep my focus on the prize. Keep me humble; make me wise. Glimmer, hope. Be there for me so I, for others, there might be. ~*~ In a world of despair and disappointment a glimmer of hope helps to keep the … More Hope
Sheer shimmer; Flash of light Vibration. Beyond shining. More vital; More alive; More present behind The grey disguise. Mercurial, myriad Hues ~ blues, Greens, pinks, Golds. Shades of life Discerned by Soul. Now you See it; now you Don’t. Now you see it. ~*~ I was thinking of the beautiful feldspar stone, Labradorite, while writing … More Now You See It
Rush … A fast word. Adrenline-fed. Exhausting. ~*~ I learned the hard way to change my life-long pattern of being “in a rush.” Years of adrenal fatigue the rude wake-up call. Let me give you a tip ~ S-l-o-w d-o-w-n. There really is no rush. Thanks for visiting, Dorothy ~*~ ©Dorothy Chiotti … All Rights … More No Rush
~ X ~ Sir Winter hath his frigid tune declared With blast of snow ‘pon wind that gusteth fierce. But I, perchance, am not so unprepared My body warm with blankets nought can pierce. Though sleet and rain and pellets icy fall Upon the ground and mire where’er I go, My repast take I warmly … More Sir Winter
To churn is to change, our life re-arrange. Like butter from cream, to rise from a dream. A process profound, turns our lives upside-down. To change is to churn ~ one-way ticket; no return. ~*~ When we make desired changes in our lives or take steps to live a dream we often forget that for … More No Return
I am a work in progress. The canvas of my life Stretches across the easel Of time, anticipating each nurturing Brush stroke by the Masterful Artist. I am a landscape ~ An ever-unfolding vista of colours, And shapes and light. The shadows of clouds Float in, and out, Dispersed by bright sunshine, Irreverent and true. … More Masterpiece
Sssslithering, ssssliding, sssslinking ’round tox-ssssick tree. Shiny apple offered; foe friendship ~ flattering, falsssse. Forked tongue a twissssted tale teller. Laden with loathssssome liessss; sssserpent’s sssseditious charm. Shedding sssscum-sssscaled faux-ssssparkle sssskin, bedazzling innocentssss to wanton, wicked wayssss. Sssstrike! Hsssssssssssssssssssssssssss …. ~*~ Early last year I wrote a series of 14 poems prompted by a prolonged … More Viper
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 