I once feared life’s destination . . . young and wisely unwise. . . fearless and foolish were my days. . . recklessly exploring the depth of my being. . . ♠ revealing the mystery of me. . . until I learned who I wasn’t . . . believing in hope. . . until .… Read More Conclusion
dreams that hide in the darkness of mind evaporate like puddles on hot summer days exposed in unusual ways a knowing wink teases the brain with miniscule moments of thoughts obscure clarity birthing spirits born of mystery haunting ghost pulling not forward, back unnaturally tangling knots of confusion anxiety feeding on the pound muscle pumping… Read More is this
I stole time to write a poem for the Friday Fictioneer hosted by Rochelle. It’s funny I looked at the photo prompt last night and said I have no thoughts. I went to sleep and this morning this poem poured from my fingers. 100 words exactly. Image courtesy of Rich Voza Am I Lost? Adrenaline… Read More Friday Fictioneer ~ Am I Lost?