Baa … d

~*~ Aren’t you going to write something? I don’t know what to write about. That’s awfully rich for someone with a head full of words. You keep telling me you see things to write about all the time, and yet you can’t put pen to paper? I can’t explain it. It’s easier said than done. The … More Baa … d

Peace Rose

  ~*~ “The world is bent on destruction at the hands of those who would themselves destroy …” Grandma Rose raised her tea cup to her lips and sipped. She seemed unperturbed by her words, while I sensed my rose-coloured glasses slipping. “Fighting for peace is not the wise course, but those who know not … More Peace Rose

Night Terror(ist)

~*~ 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)

A Simple Message

This post is written in response to a challenge offered by Lana of Living with Post Concussion Syndrome. Please take a moment to visit her inspiring blog. The challenge: What Dreams Are Made Of … For this writing event, share a dream or two that’s had a great effect ~ even after waking. ~*~ I always pay attention to … More A Simple Message

Giving Voice to Anger

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

Again

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

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

Trust

~*~ 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

Winter’s Field

~*~ 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