Little Signs
Winter’s
sparse needles
leave branches bare
as cold nips nose
and brings on tears
but as snow falls
beauty breathes
and in each
remaining needle
a promise lives
that spring is coming
and each passing day
will bring
new life
“Blurring the Lines” Creativity Prompt: “Choose a card to represent a real life experience that happened to you last year (any type of experience counts). Then, randomly draw two more cards, and use them to veer fact off into fiction and expand on your experience with a fictional extension, ending, or additional fictional details.”
Ten of Swords – A mighty crash as door frame and lock shatter. A stranger within my home. A battle waged with ice pick against blade. Pain excruciating, and yet nothing at all, and in the end, the blade won. And then the pain went away and there was only peace, and silence, and stillness.
Six of Swords – Then came a stirring. A pull upon my soul. A glowing thread of comfort and need that drew me from that peaceful place. I followed the thread, seeking to sooth the ache of need felt as it drew me to its end. Bringing me forward through time and space to reunite with that familiar piece of me given to another… and more.
Two of Cups atop Queen of Cups – It lead me to my beloved, who grieved with all his heart. And I knew that I couldn’t go back, and I couldn’t go forward either. I chose to stay here with him. To wait. To whisper comforting and loving words to him in his dreams and sit on his shoulder or tuck in just behind his ear, day in and day out, until he could eventually join me.
There’s Still Time
Frustration
turns to a desire
to say
fuck it
and walk away
but I look back
and pause
think again
reconsider
and realize
it’s not as bad
as it feels…
at least
not yet.
Moments in the Light
You refuse
to let me hide away
so I try to not let
the enthusiasm
wane
and instead
step out
of the shadows
just for a bit
and try my best
to not hide
for too long
when I have
something of value
to offer
Bending Time
Where does time go
when the stillness
comes
and the world
goes quiet
and the mind follows
the ticking clock
is silent
and yet time
continues on
and when breath
resumes
an eternity has passed
in a moment
Introspection
Where…
do they come from?
The ugly feelings
the disproportionate
internal reactions
awaken and stir.
They hear derision
and soak it in
take it deep
weld it into spears
sharp and deadly
to pierce the soul.
How do the words
of one stranger
manage to outweigh
the many
that know you better?
