If I cry scattered sparkles
Will my insecurity seem
Stunning
Composed 9/29/18
Description: For the word of the day: Stunning.
beauty
Alive
Thoughts spin like teenager tires
On the way home
Familiar scenery flashes by out of perception
Eyes look past dusty, well worn paths
Ignorant of change
Slam door, rush inside
Just another day
A turn
And then
Blindness
Beauty
Stunning color as
The daring sea blushes at the sun
It’s a Master’s art finale
And thoughts stop
Feet pause
Shoulders ease back as wonder washes over freshly electrified skin
And eyes open for the first time again
Life
Stops
And takes on color like the sky
As breath hesitates in the moment
You Remember
As you are
Briefly, magically
Enthralled
Composed 9/26/18
Description: Inspired by last evening’s amazing sunset. For the word of the day: enthralling.
Drama
Composed 6/5/18
Description: Inspired by nature.
The sky is playing tricks tonight
She bellows in gray and sings in light
Bright eyes weep such lovely tears
That arc a smile or a sneer?
The beauty of a masquerade
The mystery in nature’s game
Red death in the morning sky?
Phantoms in in the wind blown by?
Is She friendly or a foe?
The beauty is we’ll never know
Opening Windows
Composed 1/20/18
Description: Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Horizon. For inspiration I searched for horizon pictures and got a new desktop in addition to the inspiration I was looking for…
Perhaps I am rooted to this place
To these walls to these people
To my duties to this life
Destined to watch the same sunrise
Pretty and calm over the same country skies
But I am not rooted to this place
Others capture beauty and adventure
And play as eager historians
Recording their wonder in images and words
A new horizon I could find
Every night every morning every hour
And plaster each one over my window
To catch a new perspective
And someday I hope you will take joy in my discoveries
Find enlightenment in these simple, small town words
For it’s my love to see the world through your eyes
So perhaps there is value to mine
Fuzzy-headed
Composed 8/24/17
Description: n/a
Life is a sandstorm that
has settled on my mind
Dust rests, heavy and thick, it
filters into cracks and spaces
where magic used to spawn and spread like a spring
But my head just feels so heavy now
it’s hard to shake
loose, to let
words lift like a paintbrush on canvas, instead
everything is gray
But soon I must retaliate or this
slow, progressive dementia will
steal my joy away
I must break free and
speak
brush my hand against the dust
so beauty might be seen
Morning Transformation
Composed 8/6/17
Description: A poem inspired by life and befitting of today’s daily prompt: Shimmer.
I emerge from the fog
The cold wind rushes
I look into the glass
A winter princess
Pale as a fairy in Christmas snow
Dark eyes unobstructed and
As piercing as skin is soft
Wrapping a clean toga about my shoulders and chest
I am realized as
A true Roman goddess
A sweet, succulent, but stoic power
That hides as mere mortals pass by in ignorance
I venture onward and
Become ruddy as a barbarian warrior
Warming at the bonfire on a starry night
Smoke ascending
After days of glorious battle
With glasses donned and costume fastened
I become a mildly freckled intellectual
A classic brunette
Clark Kent (or Lois Lane)
Ready to emerge forth and
Save the day
A Letter to Humans in 2016
Composed 8/24/16
Description: Long overdue, this is for all of you.
it’s
easy
to get bogged down
by the blood and the lies
and the heart tearing pain
how could we ever escape it?
it is everywhere though
we try to avoid it
in our hands in our eyes in
every conversation
like an epidemic that
bleeds us dry
but this
this is why
we must make time for beauty
on days when darkness permeates
into our very soul we must
make an effort to make our hearts
erupt in song, in light
we must shine out from the inside
to make something
even if it’s just a smile
even if it’s only yours
can’t you see that we will die
if we hide beauty behind the lies
if we stop and never smile?
beauty is what renews the soul when
it’s been poisoned
beauty is what gives us hope
and not the false beauty that drags us down but
the art of a sincere soul
let your soul breathe
in beauty
it’s not an option it’s not
a silly hobby it’s
essential to life
don’t be tempted to
stifle it
don’t think it’s a poor use of time
to embrace it
we need it
make it
savor it
you might just
save us
A Note to Soap
Composed 4/18/16
Description: See title. For Day 18 of NaPoWriMo.
You can’t bottle up confidence,
Freedom, or self esteem
But you can wash away
The day for me
And for that I say thanks
Cornfield Flowers
Composed 4/8/16
Description: For Day 8 of NaPoWriMo (yeah I’m keeping up)! Today’s theme was, you guessed it, flowers.
What are cornfield flowers called?
Many call you pretty weeds
Small, violet blooms that spread
In river roads up once-tilled treads
What are cornfield flowers called?
All I know is that you bring me joy
How often do we pass by purple
Oceans as we’re driving by?
What are cornfield flowers called?
Unknown, unloved, ignored by most
And yet here still you grow,
Dressed in Jesus’ robe
So which death will claim you first
The plow or April snow?
Aesthetic
Composed 3/28/16
Description: I (tried to) paint my nails today. For the Daily Prompt: Frivolous.
Hours pass by in focused activity
In an activity that should pass in minutes
Intensity about aesthetic and quality demands
Experimentation then
Objective horror
Swift eraser proceeds though
Stubbornness is by definition unyielding
Thus
A compromising course of action is reached
Brief victory achieved despite
Intermittent frustration and exasperation
Hours again pass in caution to not undo the deed
Indeed, this very piece is constructed with tedious care and restraint
For the mission of productivity?
Alas no
Simply beauty
Scraps of Paper 