poetry, prose, and photography
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
Such tranquil music
Carrying my soul skyward
Glorious nighttime
May you might be restful and you awake rejuvenated.
Clover is blooming
Sunlight pushing through the clouds
Springtime’s joy persists
Our job? Just be focused on the present, on the now. There’s plenty to learn by DOING.
Anyway, welcome to the middle of the week. Let’s go doing something wonderful!
My mind is my strength
It is all I can control
The root of my soul
This early morning
Birdsong dances in the air
Dawn climbing the trees
Standing in sunlight
Buds changing into blossoms
Spring’s evolution
The sun is now up
It’s time to change the world
You are important
There’s so much work to be done to make this world kinder, just and equitable.
Word Shaper 