The Cloudless Day #art #poetry #nature

Bleak winter presses on my soul grey solitude heavy weight nature’s blanket takes its toll tearing at all reason I wait colour plied to canvas tight window opens cloudless peace greens and yellows pull the light shutter of my soul release brush continually applies shape takes beauty’s form of winter I am free inside spring

Through My Heart #pain

premeditated first drop of silent fear flows its course

Borrowed Time #poetry #perspective

“Just living,” she frowned at the wrinkles etching her face. “There’s no time left,” he drew a circle in the sand. Both had seen so many sunsets they seemed to watch this one as if it were their last. “You have to put in the numbers,” a little boy ran up with a stick. The

Defaced #poetry

I stand awaiting your approval  a fresh finished canvas anticipating the final touch but you the artist are unsatisfied rather than a final wash of color a knife rips through the center displacing form and hope dangling from the frame I hear the sound of drip drip drip paint leaves its mark indelible is bold

Out to Sea #passion #poetry

Broken before life’s current jolt fill cracks with sand “It’ll heal” I’m told give me half that will have to do who needs a heart give me some glue tears cant be caught nothing to sift hand me a shovel I’ll bury what’s left

Lifeless #Halloween #photography #poetry

she wondered which had she lost first… Wishing all of you a gruesome day Photography: Moondust Designs 2020

i remember when… #childhood #worldteachersday2020

I felt so big then I opened my eyes a wheel so large it touched the sky pebbles called sand sift through my hand I sang a song the trees sang along my teachers and I we made lemonade Remember back to when the clouds were so puffy you believed they were cotton balls or

The Road Before Us #poetry #uganda

Looked over my shoulder to yesterday time passed in the blink of an eye the people and memories faded I never bid them goodbye I look to the left on this day all that there is to do wrap arms around you dear memory’s time, make a few I look at the road laid before

The Pawn #poetry #chess #selfimportance

Low man on the totem pole you only move one space you live in anonymity without even a face * strive against the elements success is but a plan each, every tiny move one square against the man * a lonely and exhausting job this game against the odds work it’s cut out for you

Out With the Tide #poetry #abuse

no one could hear her screams for help she was underwater he had warned her she would not capitulate death was claiming her breath the doorbell rang “not a good time” he yelled pounding on the door this will have to wait limp as seaweed she rose from the pool other woman huffed at the