Prompt: “Pull at least three cards and use them as the foundation to tell us about the life of a very delicate or fragile object or person.”
The dandelion tuft stands tall in the grass,
(The Fool)
proud of its lions mane of white
(Six of Wands)
A soft breeze tussling it’s delicate fibers
(Temperance)
until a stronger one makes them take flight
(Three of Wands)
And the now bereft head watches with a sigh
(Death)
as its seedlings float away out of sight
(Ace of Pentacles)
Triggered
words
that make
my world
implode
words
not heard
with my ears
for decades
words
that shatter
my insides
to pieces
as they echo
and reinforce
insidious whispers
that my brain
has been
poisoning me with
for always
and I cry
Wanderlust
lets go
for a long walk
that starts off
easy
and becomes
a challenge
in rocky ground
and elevation
as we end up
scaling
steep inclines
for yet unseen
peaks
Frustration
When clutter
feels like
chaos
and collections
feel like clutter
the temptation
to throw it all
away
surges
to the surface
and it’s time
to step back
and take
a breath
Tangled
skin feeling
too tight
for what lives
within it
as teeth
clench
until jaw aches
and irritation
makes
everything
a little more
difficult
to handle
as chaos
reigns
not in reality
but residing
within the mind
alone
Uncertainty
split second
moments
of normalcy
are slipped
between heartbeats
like illusive
grains of sand
sliding
between fingers
lost
no matter
how desperately
grasped
until nothing is left
except empty hands
and the erratic beats
of an
unpredictable rhythm
