~*~ Lights out … Lurking, Shadow dweller. Haunting and predatory. In the night You cross the boundary. Advance. Faceless, but not Formless. Familiar. Menacing. Paralysis overwhelms. Screams, But no sound. Terror’s creep keeps creeping. Shallow, my breath. * {Breathe.} * Thoughts form. {Be different.} Words speak. Low. Monotone. Controlled, somehow. “What do you want?” I … More Night Terror(ist)
~*~ My world ~ Breath by breath An ever-expanding, Colour-full balloon of Possibility. Easing toward divine potential. What changed? Me. ~*~ Took me a long time and a lot of personal work to begin to feel this way. It hasn’t been easy, but it has been worth it. And, the journey continues … Thanks for … More What Changed?
~*~ “Mummy … what’s that smell, you know, after it rains?” Cindy looks at me with her big, brown eyes full of wonder, just a hint of a pucker on her lips to show me she’s not really sure what she’s smelling. “Feet, darling.” “Feet!” Now her look is one of abject horror. I’ve thrown … More After It Rains
~*~ On hiatus. A moment suspended. Away. Relief. Respite. Relaxation. Vacation. That’s me! See you in a couple of weeks. Ciao! ~*~ Thanks for visiting … Dorothy ©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014
Summer’s first kiss A fantasy A fumble A moment made humble. Not stolen; Theft. ~*~ “Do you remember your first kiss?” Summer asked of her mother. “Oh, darling, that was such a long time ago.” She thought for a moment. “It certainly wasn’t with your dad.” “That would be a no, then?” Summer was despondent. “Yes, that … More Summer’s First Kiss
This week’s Free Write Friday prompt from Kellie Elmore … I didn’t understand it then, but I understand it now … “I didn’t understand because I couldn’t understand, I wasn’t ready, Joe.” So said Magnolia as she gazed absently out the window trying to explain her life to me. “For a time in our lives … More When The Student is Ready …
Solo Upon her comfort Perch she sits, Gazing out to Horizons golden- Veiled, and longing For the gilt touch Upon her furrowed brow. Not so far, the flight ~ But, ah, so Alone. The nest now but empty, A cagéd prison Of her untested fear. But, the sun ~ The sun does so beckon And … More Solo
What it is to feel the weight of change. Every fibre of my being in a shift. Energy flits and flies from Head to toe. Takes my breath away; Gives it back. Breathe … Moving through another layer Self-doubt waves in my Direction. “Remember me?” it yells, Desperate for my attention While desperately I push … More The Soup of My Soul
~*~ A precious, fragile gift To you, from me. Unseen to the eye, Yet ever present in the heart. Handle with care. If you break it, Don’t come back for more. ~*~ My response to Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday challenge for this week. Yes, I know it’s Sunday. 😉 Thanks for visiting … Dorothy … More Trust
~*~ In Winter’s barren, snowy field I stand, My tender heart gripped tightly in his icy hand. His frosty breath across my naked soul doth blow, Leaving in its numbing wake a frosted, ruddy glow. * I didn’t mean to stand in Winter’s field so bare. When first I stood it blossomed green and lovely … More Winter’s Field
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 