Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash. For Day 6 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge. \\ and so I find myself falling, arms flailing desperately trying to find solid ground clutching at the air as though it, perchance, might become a rock beneath my feet. in the moment vertigo wins the battle for my mind, I awake with a jolt. It has been a dream.
Dunnottar Castle. For Day 5 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge, a poem about beautiful ruins. ** You come from afar bearing the gift of your open self to this place from whence they say the honours of the land once slipped, hid in the hem of a buxom lady’s dress. What you see are its tired walls straining against the pressure of the wind, clinging with their last lives to the cliffs that saved them from past wars. ...
Photo by Danielle MacInnes on Unsplash. For Day 4 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge. ** Learn which voices to let escape the guards around your ears. Accept the things which return, their hold unyielding. Breathe, because the things the heart beats for are the things which leave it raw.
Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash. For Day 3 of the November Poem A Day Challenge. A poem about dreaming. ** And still, I find myself reaching for the solidity of certain earth, my feet aching for the cold comfort of the morning sand, breaking my free fall. This is a fevered dream that returns each night in which i find that home though close, disappears in the dim distance.
Photo by Lea Böhm on Unsplash. For Day 2 of the November Poem A Day Challenge. A Poem for when the unexpected triggers memories of home. ** It hangs heavy on the heart, its heft never ever far away it seems, always lurking, always waiting always ready to spring to life to the lines of a song suddenly borne on the wind, or the whiff of mothballs, unlocking the memory of the gathering, and of ritual. ...
For the November Poem-A-Day challenge. A poem about Entering, but mainly about leaving… ** On the days when I wake to a haze hiding the lushness of the valley below, its shadow hanging heavy like a shroud on limbs shrivelled by the ravages of time, I ponder the bland bleakness of air heavy with water, how it smothers life, and the beauty of things. Each day where the light yields ...
Because we really need to #EndSARS #EndSWAT and end whatever silk purse is being made out of the sow’s ear that is that organization. I make no claims whatsoever to this image. \\\* The shadow of a long, dire night has lingered over us, the weight of the might of the ones who swore to serve, and to protect, seared into the small of our backs by their whips and their boots, the air heavy with the stench of the dread which drenches everything in their wake. ...
For The Sunday Muse Prompt # 128: ** When Neil and Buzz reached the top of the world their feet ensconced in the very dust from whence they came they left in awe at the fragility of things, at how the pale blue dot they left behind hung as though by an invisible thread, shimmering with the ethereal beauty of the light lent it by the sun. Butterflies fluttered on their insides, their hearts ...
Photo by Bruno Nascimento on Unsplash. For Young J who stuttered (and still does now and again in moments of overexcitement)… ** Don’t let this be a big thing. Don’t let the tyranny of a lost word hovering just beyond the reach of your tired tongue drag you to the edge of self-immolation. Cherish the bitten lower lip, the lisp when the words - like a pent up flood breaching the edge of a levee - finally come. ...
For The Sunday Muse Prompt #124: ** The King surveys his realm, from his perch high atop a dry, wizened tree. This is what freedom is, to roam without a care and be one with the earth.