Daily Prompt: Free Association Home ~ Sanctuary Soil ~ Harm Rain ~ Weep ~*~ Harm not my sanctuary, lest I weep, For here is where my heart doth rest, My weary body sleep. Tis here I close my tired eyes, Replenish here my soul And find within my stirring depths The truth that makes me whole. … More Harm Not My Sanctuary, Lest I Weep
Daily Prompt: Enough is Enough ~*~ ~*~ Insatiable. You are. Not to be satisfied at any time, by any means, because the soul lost knows not when enough is enough. Searching for what never can be for you know not that for which you seek. And I, your convenient and invisible slave, drown in your endless need at any expense, … More Insatiable
~*~ Abandoned in the woods of my mind The music I used to make. The songs I used to sing. The choral symphonies and A cappella wonders that resonated So deeply at the time I could never Imagine my life without them. Then life happened. A new chapter unfolded. A change of direction. The … More Music Never Dies
There, upon a Tuscan Hill, Survey the cypress, tall and still Saluting to the burning sky As setting sun to all says “Arrivederci!” ~*~ Something a little quirky courtesy of my recent trip to Italia. Thanks for stopping by … Dorothy ©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014
~*~ 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?
~*~ 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
At this middle-age stage of life I wonder: “Is there time left for me to see and be my truth?” Recently, at therapy, a discussion around anger. My anger suppressed and turned inward. Emotionally-abandoned as a child, my MO became to hold all my hurt and anger in so as not to create any more reasons for the adults in … More Giving Voice to Anger
Today I have the distinct pleasure of interviewing one Shakespeare “The Equine,” a poet out standing in his field and, reportedly, a legend in his own mind. The Daily Haymaker: Good day, Mr. Shakespeare. Poet: Hay! And please, call me Mr. Bear. The Daily Haymaker: Right then, Mr. Bear. Lovely of you to join us from … More A Poet Out Standing In His Field
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 