Soaring Solo

Morning coffee on the veranda Sun sparkling diamonds across still water Reflecting and questioning her needs and wants Completely alone with only her thoughts She thought about him across the miles Flying solo on that rocky coast Yoga at sunrise with no care in the world Guided solely by his internal light What was it

Truth Defined

If I hadn’t Loved him So Much My loathing Wouldn’t run So Deep © jillterry

Means to an end

With old patterns faltering in the wake of time, serving him less and less; desperation creeps, then slowly sets in. Searching for something real to cling to; in a world of illusion and cheap parlor tricks; of which he created and has always dwelled. Better to be an imaginary somebody, than a real no body;

One step beyond

Finding the capacity To bend without Breaking A willingness to Change Or be changed Some times Often times Easier said than Done © jillterry

Reparation

Within her circle of stones She drifts back to that place Casting out shadows Demons handsome face Once lost in his darkness A labyrinth of despair Longing for an illusion Twin flames sweet embrace That lone wandering drifter Disguised as a sage Stealing souls Trying to make it pay She felt he was coming Hyena

Poem-a-day No.2

Forgiveness My heart was heavy, for its trust had been Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong; So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men, One summer Sabbath day I strolled among The green mounds of the village burial-place; Where, pondering how all human love and hate Find one sad level; and how, soon or late, Wronged