Musical Restoration

My troubled old worries wouldn’t let go of me… I sent them dancing on the tinkle of piano key… I “Ooby-Doobied” my blues away! Music lifted mind above the fray! Not giving me to that from which I will be free. Melodies healing harmonies begin joy’s spree. Unravel tight knots dancing play! Rose memories of … More Musical Restoration

Eternal Spring

I wonder if I will ever be too old to notice the first day of spring… The first glint of butterfly wing or the special song new birds sing. Carpets of purple verbena woven with soft grass for hungry deer, Wonder of long gently warm days; far removed from winter fear. This season that comes … More Eternal Spring

Midnight Halls

All night long, I walk the vast halls of worry, that deep circular labyrinth within my mind. This is my vain, desperate attempt to find a way to prevent more pain. The thoughts kept at bay during the busyness of daylight, band together against me at midnight. Each breach of faith brings a surge of … More Midnight Halls

Spring Cleaning

Sometimes…life rushes by too fast to catch in a word. Feeling sands shift thoughts, concepts of mind blurred… So, I took my micro-view tight ideas outside for a walk! Far from the cacophony of voices and opinionated talk; Immersed myself, tried to wrap my mind around silence… I heard myself think… I ventured onward by … More Spring Cleaning

The Recluse (Part VIII)

Silence in isolation is morbidly obese and Estelle feeling overwhelmed and breathless under the pressure grabs Caravana and heads straight to bed. Institutionalized thinking she developed during the long sentence endured in her personal prison drives her to seek out the only escape she can easily access, sleep. Her dreams are usually much livelier, interesting, … More The Recluse (Part VIII)

How Great The Fall

I’m sitting on the smoldering edges of a broken promise; Watching the institutions of a nation begin to crumble. Loved by some, hated by others,                        Relied upon, taken for granted; Rome is ignited; but it isn’t buildings that burn… A dense smoke is rising, singed in desperation! The slow burn of anger held inside… Like … More How Great The Fall