On the horizon rests a promise of more, when tomorrow comes. A new day, heated and bright, rays of hope sailing over the cloudy grey. A grey possibly only within the mind, and not shading a perfect sky of blue. That promise, is it real or just a dream, something made up and something that… Continue reading Grey Dreams
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Clutching Peace
Today, every reason I had, every objection, all worry, doubt and concern, lay in a deep puddle of what feels like, a wasted effort. There is a part of me that wants to write explicitly about it, but more importantly, I want to have hope that we all can work through it. Photo by clarita
My Bonsai Haiku
Bonsai before me, with its green leaves shimmering. A life in a jar. Writing poetry is my favorite form of writing. It allows me a way to dig deep into myself and release emotional stress and feelings, that other wise probably would be retained and pent-up. All forms of poetry is wonderful writing exercises and… Continue reading My Bonsai Haiku
Night Sky Dark
And, when the night comes around, the dark so still it beacons light, even if, only a sliver of the moon appears, so willing to comply. Graphic created in psp by shedhippie.