Hanging Over his Head
Hanging Over His Head Hanging over his head are Half-conjured images of desires, Of a rose in a shire, Whose outlook is dire, Of doves flying home, That never grow tired. Hanging over his head A golden field of wheat And a line of red...
Dreamy Downpour
The thunderous retorts from the storm outside, cascade of muffled noises echoing throughout the night. oddly it calms me so, allowing the ever-desired inward look into my own depths. Boisterous reports of the rain trying to get inside, serenade of...
P.S. I Love You
I sit here, a sailor's wife I live happily with my husband, he teaches me of the world he leaves me here alone. I find the house empty all left of him a note "I've set sail, there's a new adventure out there for me" "Be back soon" ...
Raining on patchwork hearts
It's really hot outside, when I go, so it takes me by surprise when the rain comes and I am stuck in something brisk, even more-so when it begins to storm and I am lost in the city. I don't mind the rain so much anymore, it's quite common these days,...
Collision with Previously Blown Off Steam
Collision With Previously Blown Off Steam ...
That Strange Ill Fitting Cog
This is a venting metaphor, a bit of a well worn one but still a good one in my opinion at least. originally posted in november 2021.
In Between The Chasm Of Lead and Leadership
**In Between The Chasm Of Lead and Leadership** ...
Pursuing That Unmistakable Howl
Pursuing That Unmistakable...
At the Mercy of the Flurries
At The Mercy Of The Flurries ...
At Peace Under the Mountainside
At Peace Under the Mountainside ...
To Bring Out The Snarl
To Bring Out The Snarl ...
How to become a fur
There were only a few clouds outside that night, lazily floating across the sky like baby lambs chasing stars. So pure and peaceful, she began drifting off, her eyelids slowly starting to meet. She was thinking about life. The life she had now... was...