There is comfortin old friendships,reminders of thingsforgotten, of misguidedadventures, and the follyof youth; and there is hopeinstilled by the passage of timeand the evidence that while lifechanges, some things endure, and;it is in the comfort of old friendshipsthat we find strength to believe in ourselves,and the will to penetrate lingering angst, andembrace the possibility of […]
It was desireled me hereburied me alive Lust borrowedfrom lonelinesshis heart a tomb Flesh from fleshcan be extractedpsyche requires exorcism. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Solitude.I dream ofpanoramic silence –breathtakingboundless sanctity. Solitude.Wrapped in separatenesscardboard walls fallencurling corners of instability –no refuge in stillness. Solitude.Smothering starknessmadness reverberatingcanyons of alonenessoverbearing. Solitude.Persevereregale momentsfeathered encountersfaces on screenstendernessin voices. Solitude.Grace finds memercy lifts soulpossibilityopens the doorpanoramic. (This is a rewrite of an older poem, last appearing here in August, 2018. I submit it for Reena’s […]
Beautiful mums for today. I love their color. 😀
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