roses (day 129)

if you lay roses at my feet, i shall trod them in all their painful beauty for love, too, has thorns that may pierce my skin… as i walk, i bleed… but the delicate petals, softly crushing under my toes are the kiss and caress that comforts, reminding, of the reason to…

day 128

the carousel continues to turn not always as merry going round music loops infinitely i tire of the ride at times 5.8.17

sweet summer (day 127)

the sweetness of a summer morning golden light filtered through the trees reverberation of bird songs by the air curiosity of my meandering dog as she explores scents of the day i walk in silence, taking it all in preparing my mind for the hours ahead letting the sun bathe me in…

crumpled (day 126)

you crumpled me like a piece of paper with frustrated words not expressing your meaning, discarded, you threw me aside i uncrumple, unfurl as much as i’m shaken i do not succumb to the many misdemeanors of stupidity no, i shall cross the street of my own accord casting your wasted words…

day 125

i amble along with a teetering gait bypass the puddles in my path i listen as nature speaks to me while thoughts of day do congeal at times i’m in a brambly place where thorns do scratch and sting my skin so i pluck the sweet and move along return to open…

day 124

my loss replaced with greater gifts as friendship feeds the hungry heart grieving i must quickly pass from the end, return to start cares for me as i do of them a family now of many strong we knit together into one a community we all belong 5.4.17 [Image Source]

theft (day 123)

in the shadows they steal cloaked by night, cowards enjoying what they did not earn discovered int he day, the loss seems more extreme than the material thing, a violation of trust, amputation of self, sacrifice with no gain 5.3.17 [Image Source]

day 122

a layer of rain coats the ground all that grows is happy again such a simple cycle of thirst then replenish as the earth waits to quench its thirst again, so must i wait to be replenished anew… 5.2.17

lifecycle of a flower (day 121)

the flower feeds on sun and rain, buds begin to form swelling bigger until they burst in color; slowly the petals unfold opening in brazen beauty, apex of their potential, after which they fold, collapse into themselves and wither 5.1.17

day 120

in the moments between breaths when the lids darken your eyes time pauses briefly motion slows down the quiet fills me up 4.30.17 [Image Source]

slippery (day 119)

the air is still, heavy with heat, skin is slippery with a film of damp. leaves long to sway, flowers thirst for rain, i feel myself wilt. 4.29.17

day 118

the mowers buzz as they tame the grass across the street, water spits in rapid fire the ground has little rest now when men struggle for its mastery i seek the parts that are overgrown where plants intermingle as they please animals and insects reside among the leaves a chorale of birds…

day 117

i sleepwalk at times to find what i’ve lost and wake in the middle feeling star-crossed as the sleep slips from me like a thin neglige i return to my bed with no more to say 4.27.17 Image @Eliza Alys Young

day 116

intake of breath cools the flame that longs to rage across the bush crackling delight while it fills the air with smoke of discontent until it ends in conflagration 4.26.17

day 115

i hibernate the day until the shroud of night keep the quiet close to me stay hidden in the light promises so often made then trampled underfoot need to rest a little more then wash off all your soot i have no fear in this life welcome joy and pain patience i…

day 114

my travels take another turn disappointment leaves its aftertaste as you stay swaddled in your hesitation each twist may cause me to pause a moment in unknowing then unabashed i take a step towards my destination 4.24.17 [Image Source]