
The biggest challenge
Most of us will ever face
Is to simply start
poetry, prose, and photography

The biggest challenge
Most of us will ever face
Is to simply start
Another evening
I’ve had my fill of outrage
Time to go to bed

Spring’s blossoms wither
White petals falling with grace
A summer snowfall

Thanos’ power
Can what’s been done be undone?
So much for my mind
So many questions after Infinity War, round 1. I’m left reeling a bit. Let’s puzzle through this, shall we?
More reflections over the next little bit.

This writer’s journey
Fraught with perils of the heart
Facing down my fear
As I write, my mind drags out random, destructive talk. The act of posting challenges sensations of inadequacy. Thus I post, refusing to let the destructive voices within me win.
Light flows across my blinds
Bird dialog strikes my ears
My room’s emptiness
Speaks to my past
And my future
An afternoon walk
Journeying through the quiet
With only my mind