from the dark birth canal into the blind light my eyes adjust to see what gems living has to offer like air in the wind life whispers words silently I feel the movement slowly continually spinning moment by moment second by second the breathing clock ticks in a single blink humanity changes through one eye… Read More The Cycle of Life
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?