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
Free Write Friday with Kellie Elmore. Time and place scenario. You suddenly find yourself standing alone on an unknown sidewalk in an unknown place. It’s night and snowing and the only other person around is walking away from you…. ~*~ Again I’ve been here before In this place Alone. A back turned. Abandoned. A swell … More Again
Sink or swim? A choice I, And I alone, Must make. Treading water Tires the more I delay. Clouds of confusion Hover and rain Down their tears Upon these Restless waters That drown My spirit. A dry, distant horizon Hints at light and Beckons, and still I delay. Oops … there’s a shark. ~*~ This … More Sink or Swim
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
Emptiness. A void waiting to be filled. Fill it wisely, and be well. ~*~ A path familiar walked for too long a time. Riddled with old perceptions and prejudices; Delusions, illusions and self-sabotage. It was all I knew; all I understood of life Until one day I finally Asked: “Is this all there is?” * … More Emptiness ~ The Dark Unknown
~*~ 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
The heart is more than words as passions run And spirits soar to lift above the cloud. For one thing only moves beneath the sun And trumpet calls my name so true and loud. With joy my heart doth leap in sheer delight As beauty bourn o’er all doth jump and play. A dream; a … More #FWF … The Heart is More Than Words
~*~ ~*~ The cold of Winter hath the landscape gripped And wrapped its frosted fingers good and tight. And from the trees vast branches hath been ripped, Their scars a sad and plaintive sign of plight. And o’er the hills vast swathes of icy snow A mass of crystal twinkling ‘neath the sun A blesséd … More Winter
Prompted by Kellie Elmore’s #Free Write Friday What If? What if? What if? What if? Looking back from here to there It is a redundant question. Looking forward from there to here A different one altogether. The past cannot be changed. I am my past, The good and bad of it In a bundle of … More What If?
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 