Bringing tears to mind afterwards, flowing downstream and into vaults of steel.
Encased, treasured, protected for an eternity of absolution, awaiting forgiveness.
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Shining reminders, creating patterns to collect thoughts in,
write out and leave behind as I enter another horizon on my own.Looking forward to moving on, sorry to leave family behind, butit’s better this way.Leave them wanting more of me, like the actors always say.
Following paths forsaken by others, learning to rely and
Knowing they are nothing but a speck of dust in the entireuniverse of space and timelessness.Withholding moments of existence, hiding them in depths oftheir soul, unable to be reached by any other.Quietly peaceful and serene, resting in the wisdom andknowledge of creativeness.Recognizing genius of imagination and focusing talentspossessed through a mind of unconsciousness.A vast repertoire,…
Lately, sorrow fills a heart of love, because life has
door, to a place not known before.Over here I know my husband isn’t the man I married.He’s so forgetful, so emotional with outbursts of rageat times – screaming and hollering for no apparentreason.Leaving things around, not putting anything where itbelongs, tools, papers, dishes disappear – sometimes reappearing in unusual places.To look at him, he seems…
Watching our son, once again behind a McDonald’s counter, working, doing his best to become a manager and run his own store.
Smiling, respectful, treating everyone the same while making each customer feel special.Giving directions, cleaning, cooking, taking orders, all done with meticulous sincerity, as he steps on the runway, taking off into his new future.
Rhythms dancing in my mind, gracefully touching,
Lovingly caressing moments of interior solitudein rhymes.
Wakefulness hitting me in the middle of the night,
Watering sorrowful thoughts growing inside my mindwaiting to be picked and shown in written words.Sharing all manner of thinking with whomever wantsto be present in sacred times, kept hidden until now.Creeping down back stairwells, hoping to be set inlines of adjacent thought, while ideas find theirway onto the pavement of my mind.