There’s no time to waste on those who demand plans written in pen — It was one thing when I had a calendar without end.… Read More It’s Another Thing Now
I wait for her to enter sleep, the door left open to my world. I hear her cries and let wind blow her tears from her dreams into a sudden sun shower. Hope beckons her near me. I’m no longer in her room, her mentor. The light burned too brightly and my time came to… Read More Sharing responses to the prompt, What do you see; Jen- “Whispers” ©J.E.Goldie – What do you see # 30 – 18 May 2020, Christine Bialczak- What do you …
Poetry Friday Poetry Friday — Read on journeyingbeyondbreastcancer.com/2020/02/07/poetry-friday-169/ I write poetry when the my heart calls to me and as a job of sorts, I must write to practice the craft. Draft after draft. (Crumlples up paper, throws and misses basket, starts again…) I write haikus in #haikuwars with @thankscancer and their followers. I write… Read More Poetry Friday @JBBC Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer
You now hear my broken chords
Faintly in the the distance unmoored
Loosed and free until run aground
Upon a salty moore. Safely cleaned
I glean on the white million grain shore
And here I lay against my will
Here grounded evermore.
Yet I’ll still wake in the morning.
Habitually when my hands
Parting the sheets aways, sailed
Long gone I still reach after you.
I’m the water, the dew
Maturing into a pinguid mist
As the hands strike up the
Song we clap at noon.
The hour’s imminent.
Time to ride a wicked dream on
A silk weaved carpet twisted
With last night’s ghostly breath.