winter ellipses
shimmering essence
like butterfly wings–
caressing
opening softly
1000 roses petals
breaking through–
defenses
illuminated darkness
with nocturnal eyes
treading softly in–
surrender
Who’s more honest? The womanizer with a bottle of Jack and smoldering eyes or the guy in the corner privately judging him and feeling sorry for himself? I know which one I’d rather take home. Why? Because he lives out loud and isn’t blaming anyone for his troubles. We need to stop labeling people as…
In the past 6 weeks 4 exes and one sorta-kinda ex have come popping back up into my life to either say hi, tell me they still love me or they “want” me. Okay, Universe. I have passed the damned test. I have stayed true to myself and my heart. I have not told them…
poppy seeds scatter to soil illusions shattered dead rose petals fall softly
blame is a sour boar piercing the heart with fierce tusks of shame creation craves compassion and the flickering love dance of a gentle heart
I’m at the Frye, waitig in the cold sun for J. He’s stuck in traffic. I don’t mind the wait. It’s lovely to let the sun caress my cheek. (A cheek that has known many tears lately.) The floating musical island is playing behind me. The water of the fountains flows, adding it’s own notes…
A Blessing: May the fruits of summer…