Poetry

With a riot of Colour, the breaking dawn births Peaceful Solitude For Day 3 of the Everyday Inspiration course, and the prompt Solitude

Beach Boulevard, The ‘Deen; for the prompt, Resist With fear in their wake, The crashing waves come ashore Shaken, I cower. Pressure makes broken Things whole again, digging deep I resist in Hope

Source: Crosswalk Reach for the distant Stars. Fall, but rise up again Hoping is Human.

The quietness of Old haunts, to which one returns. Wash, Rinse, Repeat. Life

The Joy of slow days Only broken by the need To stretch my feet. Bliss

For the Daily Post prompt Here and Now: \\\* Between Here and There One waits; Tomorrow’s Promise? Beginning again.

For Mag 309: In the set of her shoulders and the glint in her eye- is the quiet reassurance of certitude; and of knowing. That as certain as after day comes night, And with the wind comes chill, She wins… In the end.

For seasons of uncertainty

For Mag 308: Dear Future Me, I wanted to tell you that whatever happens tonight- on the corner of L and Ninth; you will survive. That this too, this sense Of worry wrapping itself like a wreath around your windpipe will pass, whether lost in the exhilaration of assent; or obliterated in the loud clang of a cataclysmic bang. That this sense of free fall, of uncertainty gnawing at your insides will give way to the clarity of certitude; that the restful stillness of truth will triumph over the ambivalence of baseless hope. ...

For Mag 305 Like a sentinel She casts her eye over the Sea. Those who have left- A lost, fading blob. In her heart hides defiant Hope For their returning.