Into the Storm

She stood in the doorway of the veranda, the moon shining through the branches, casting eerie shadows over the lawn. She watched as he pulled out of the circular drive, his taillights disappearing into the night; remembering his last words, wondering if she’d ever see him again, knowing full well she didn’t want to live

Subtle Slips

  I feel him pulling Moving away Gently he slips In directions Opposite me Testing his wings Determined and courageous The look in his eyes Reveals fear of Full flight No longer My little boy Always my baby No matter how Far from me The universe Takes him Of typical concern My own human flaws

Richard II

They don’t all float down here, as his mantra would have you believe. Some wrap themselves intentionally, in the dispirited darkness; fighting natures buoyancy that would raise them toward the light. He thrived on being the outcast, for he knew not how to fit; emitted false illusion, so as to sway opinion and perceptions. But

Depthless

A night out with the girls, after a tumultuous week at the office; heads turning as they were led to their table; the waiter taking a quick inventory of Blackberry’s, designer bags and bling; calculating his tip even before introducing himself. Once seated and situated, they immediately began bitching about co-workers and letting off steam,

Escape

Forced to acknowledge Her earthbound Vessel The inner-workings The stretch of its Limits The one within She’s traveled The whole of This life The receiver of Its cause She’s always been Unspeakable pleasure Unbearable pain Forgivable sin Linked now With a manmade machine Round the clock Tic-tock Tic-tock Casts her circle Recounts blessings Patiently waits

Something to think about

To hold until full is not as good as stopping. An over-sharpened sword cannot last long. A room filled with gold and jewels cannot be protected. Boasting of wealth and virtue brings your demise. After finishing the work, withdraw. This is the Way of Heaven ~Tao Te Ching