glass pieces

the tide is like a tunneled scope
deep within
where feelings live along a coral reef

of sin, and stone

Have you ever felt it, and just known?

Me too.

it’s like a mystical garden
in the depths of the sea

learning more about the pain and trauma of
tranquility, though

I always pause to breathe

into my heart, and look to the sky
where diamonds shatter into a thousand pieces of glass

as I contemplate
the love living inside the mystery of this life at last


Photo by Darkmoon_Art, Pixabay



I am thrilled to announce that the Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women Anthology is scheduled to be released on June 18, 2022! I am honored to be a part of this wonderful anthology. Thank you again to Gabriela Marie Milton, Editor, Ingrid Wilson, Publisher, and Nick Reeves, Cover Design, for their tireless efforts at putting this anthology together.


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Sprite

Image credit; Andrew Morris @ Unsplash

It washed up on the shore,
she said
it would one day evermore;
we last were together,
when the sun was still shining down so bright,
and the blight we see now,
wasn’t even a memory,
nor in sight.

So much has changed,
yet it all is really
still the same underneath,
when you take a peek
to see what’s really there,
you’ll find that
it’s the same as before,
only the conditions in the
phenomena have transformed.

There’s still light by day,
and dark when it is night. And, yes,
things still show up on the shore,
when a loved one
last kissed you on the cheek,
and said, wait, I’ll be there
in the morn.

And, indeed, they were,
with a bundle of lights.
Though you’ve always known
the light they carry inside,
is the might of
the everlasting sprite.

In response to the WDYS #77 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

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