TIS THE SEASON. . .

Bonaventure Cemetery © 2011 Jill Terry

L I F E . . .

She was sending texts from the hospital, waiting for the doctor; nervous, as this day has been long in coming. I told her to find a Zen spot and focus. She said she didn’t know if she had a Zen spot; I laughed and told her that’s why she needed to find one! She laughed,

THERE IS A PATH

There is a path Challenging and complex That if we allow ourselves to follow Will lead us to our dreams Insecurity and confusion Questions of capability Searching for purpose Create our hesitation Though eager we may be To discover what destiny awaits us We stand at the crossroads Instead of moving forward joyously The universe

LOST LIGHT

The sun has dipped below the water Twilight surrounding fast with fury A cloak of cold and darkness Shivering from the inside out Though even at its brightest The warmth is rarely now felt Blind to the brilliant light Once so eagerly basked in When the mind is haunted Spirit grounded by chains Heart filleted

Dear Mr. Baylay,

Dear Mr. Baylay, Correct me if I’m wrong, but if memory serves, you’re the vodka cranberry fellow that left a few comments on my blog some four years ago? Over the past several weeks you’ve contacted me in regards to those comments, requesting that they be removed, even going so far as to leave the

ADAGIO BREEZE

She stood in the shadow of death Taken by the beauty Of the valley below Fields of green With splashes of color Seemingly endless She felt no fear there For thou art with her Comforting in presence Bringing only peace Amid those long gone Remembered in stone Upon her sun kissed flesh Traces of rust

AT WORLDS END

Silver and ebony She is autumn’s child At the height of her being Living on fate Moments of melancholy Memories fade Hope slowly wanes Bringing fits of rage Seeing and hearing Things forced on her person Swallowing them whole Then choking and purging Fighting her way To another worlds end Where no one has to

HAZY DAYZ

The fog was thick in my head, as I bid my husband good day, took my coffee and left the café. Two miles down the road and I rammed the brakes through the floorboard, to keep from eating the cute little bug I apparently didn’t see stopped right in front of me; my bag slamming

ELEMENTS

When great expectations Fall short of delivery Needs and wants Remain unfulfilled Wishes and dreams Turn to imagination Tears and pain Are all too real Search for the River Without any banks For life is precious Time too short We shouldn’t waste What elements of each We currently possess Though it might not be Exactly