Opening Windows

horizon zero dawn nature screenshot of sunrise sunset shown on desktop computer
Photo by author. Desktop background photo via Guerrilla Games/Sony Interactive Entertainment via Polygon

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

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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

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

Magic in the Night

Composed 12/17/15
Description: For today’s Daily Prompt, which asked us when we do our best work.

When the moon hovers near
And the silence grows thick
When the dust is settled and the clock tick
Tick ticks you hear
Your own heart beating
Peace descends on the mind
Stretching out before you an endless time
Of ghosts and fairies, sweet and fleeting
It is the time of magic and honest thoughts
You are one with yourself and the earth
The heavens soothe, and stories are birthed
In the night, such beauty is wrought

Sidewalks

Composed 11/6/15
Description: I want to fool around with some forms, so here I am trying out an idea I had within a triolet, a form I, admittedly, picked rather randomly.

The sidewalks scream I feel unseen
Yet the world strolls on their shoulders
Crack they do but still they be
The sidewalks scream I feel unseen
Flowers grow within the scene
But ignored the noble holder
The sidewalks scream I feel unseen
Yet the world strolls on their shoulders

The Song

Composed 5/27/15
Description: For now at least it is a beautiful day, and I am sitting out on my deck enjoying the sun and the ceaseless sound of wind rushing through the trees… resulting in this poem. Fun fact: this is my first time posting to my blog from my phone!

The wind roars
It sings to me
The most beautiful of songs
Uplifting melodies of hope
Drowning out all thought
I can only marvel
At its whispers, its crescendos
It sings of running, adventures, sunlight
It pushes me to dreams unknown
I’m a child of the wind
I long to hear its voice
So when it calls I escape
To a quiet place
And listen