The Colors of Joy

Originally posted on joyindestructible:
Adeline, a little girl raised in a world of dingy grey somehow, learned to dream in color. She was a talented child of limited privilege but gifted with creativity. Her talent to dream beyond her environment was her ticket to survival. Trapped in a home characterized by spiritual, intellectual, and economic…

Menagerie

Welcome to the menagerie of my mind! Collection I have traversed time to find! Untamed creatures a one of every kind! Circus of dreams ideas in passion I bind! My wild imagination I sent to be refined; High Def exaggeration in story entwined; Dash o’ rose hint o’ lime polished shined! This, my life’s work … More Menagerie

The Meaning of Color

The weaving of chartreuse and lavender is a matter of opinion, A controversy over the many shades of spring! Summer moods are translated through subtle hues of vermillion, Passion’s peak of heat that red-oranges bring! Autumn sets color free speech in primary hues of truth dominion, Enter souls by eye-gate beauty inspire to sing! Color … More The Meaning of Color

Irrelevant?

What if I have written it all away? All those important things I had to say, And my creative mind fades in aging?   Should this old woman sit silent? Observing only, as life’s passions relent? And ambitions fray beyond assuaging?   Is this the day I’ve become irrelevant? A life of experience now, an … More Irrelevant?

The Recluse (Part XII)

Estelle wakes suddenly and finds herself on her stomach with her head turned sideways staring at bread crumbs scattered over the sheets. “Where am…oh, yeah…” she mumbles as she lifts up to a sitting position and then notices Caravanna sitting at the foot of the bed, looking at her expectantly. “I completely forgot about you … More The Recluse (Part XII)

Survivor’s Prayer

If I am still alive when the bitter cloud passes, may I not I not be found stubbornly clinging to the storm because I’ve adapted myself to misery. Instead, may I celebrate in sunlight as I embrace the sparkling new day the sun reveals. Let me move forward to clean up the damage left by … More Survivor’s Prayer

Primrose Dream

Enchanted by a Primrose dream in June… A perfect dewy morn, Sun adorns! I awake by Meadowlark tune! No summer will I scorn! Take my hand old man, still a honeymoon… Our old love newly born, In every passing season and many a moon! Every wrinkle care-worn, My dear old man hold me and let’s spoon! … More Primrose Dream