Like Fire

April 27, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

My essence is flamewords, like sparks, igniting change –transformative fire (Image mine)

Balance Would Be Good

August 18, 2021.Reading time 1 minute.

Life feels a bit like this photo right now – buggy. While Ric is on the mend, I have been undergoing tests for chronic issues. Last week, two biopsies were taken and a growth removed. No answers yet. “Are you scared?” Ric asks me as we lie awake, minds processing in the stillness of night. […]

Pick-me-ups!

September 25, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Freshly picked wishesa bundle of encouragement –immunity boost! (For Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge.)

In the Aftermath

September 18, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

All the fading bitsdetract – I am still alivepassion asserting. (A quick check in. I am recovering well; still needing lots of rest. Thanks for all the good wishes. Image from my collection.)

Brown-eyed

August 21, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Brown eyes unblinkingbat golden lashes skyward –celestial flirt (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Appreciation

July 31, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Flowers greet the rainface up appreciation –nourishment’s glow. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Night, Night

December 13, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Donning Winter’s coatSummer’s sparkle retreated –Garden is abed. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Adieu

December 6, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

How bright the coloursunlight creating shadow –dramatic ending.

First Signs

November 29, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Green sprig, crimson pop –ornamental precursorto giving season. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Ho, Ho, Oh No

November 22, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Winter’s impatiencecrowns Autumn’s bearings with white –early Santa’s cap. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Discord

Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]

Save Us

Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)

I Am Willow

These bones, they saywill finish me – too brittleto withstand the race But I am Willowrecollection wispymy dance defiant Porous as a sea spongesoaking up each daymettle despite the rattle (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)