day 228

hidden moon, i feel your pull to don the mask; join the dance with dreams that masquerade the night, feelings hide behind jester smiles, all revealing their animal sides; questions poise on pointed toes so we spin unknowing where it will go… 8.15.17

day 227

i meander a hall with too many doors opening and closing, casting shadows, revealing light. i speak, words echo in the chambers, voice sounds hard when it feels soft. i remain, quiet for a while. 8.15.17

day 226

discontent lingers in the unmade bed of the weary self; the wine un-drunk. or dinner delayed, my gestures unmatched to the weight of your expectations. 8.14.17

day 225

an interloper, i enter like a warrior without her weapons i’m surrounded by all so very unfamiliar, shapes and shadows, that jar my uneasy breath until i am reminded by what i’ve come to trust. 8.13.17

day 224

i twist the soreness as i rise unwinding to the morning of lazy sun and spots of shade, an eager pup and sleepy kids, i rouse resolve to take the walk in the light, around the path, to begin my day in earnest. 8.12.17

day 223

i guide my light between the crooks of my dark and speckled mind, i flush the sludge of what’s unnerved me, allow its tension to unwind. i think on anger that did not serve me, remember moments that were kind; and when my path sways and swerves me, i look for love…

day 222

a transition to earlier day, quieter house, with only my thoughts keeping me company; the change is both sweet and wistful as i relish the peace while still missing the clamor. 8.10.17

day 221

inner restlessness refusing to allow sleep to cloak me in its rapture, i wrestle with my uselessness until at last, i’m overtaken by the drug of slumber awakening groggy from its intoxication. 8.9.17

day 220

in between the dark and the light when the end is felt but not yet in sight; trusting your path is what carries you on remembering rights and also the wrongs, feeling the joy deep love can bring opening up so your heart can sing… 8.8.17

day 219

i dare to dream of future plans like peter pan dared to fly; so as my mind ponders grand, i cross my heart and hope to die for promises i will not break, or feelings i will not fake; instead i’ll walk this winding path of hopeful talk, love that lasts 8.7.17

day 218

sleeping beauty, i await to rise from her chamber brushing sleep from her eyes, awaken bright from slumber. together, we journey forth seeking all we hope to find, return with treasures full and pockets now lightly lined. 8.6.17

day 217

my womb aches from future children i will never bear, feeling punished for unfulfilled, its disdain torments me in this change into the next phase of my plentiful life. 8.5.17 [Image Source]

day 216

forgotten sun, we miss your light just heat remains in the fog to weigh us down, slow our pace subdued, i rise amongst the mist portent of rain that longs to fall a baptismal of the sodden earth 8.4.17

day 215

adventures of the traveling son eager to leave the nest soon since you have come rising after little rest i let you go; send my love until you long for home a place you’ll always be part of no matter where you roam 8.3.17

day 214

i stir the pot to blend the brew of thoughts that sting, love unrenewed. fears i’ll fall what should’ve been potion’s strong from all within quiet dawns, i reclaim a stronger self unrestrained. 8.2.17 [Image Source]

day 213

you join me in the dance as if we began together i spin without losing balance, i swing strong in knowing you have my hand ready to reel me back in and sway longer still. 8.1.17