Keeping the urn was a mistake. Tossing the ashes was smart. The golden creed would brake The mantle brick apart. There on the ancient wood, Where open air should live, The weight of ages’ blood Shifts with the urge to forgive. Too late to say the words, Too present to rest in peace, The bond we worked to forge, Too soon has been released. We … Continue reading The Urn, a Poem
To celebrate the release of Lucid Lines 3; Rolling Down, on Kindle, I have made it FREE! Hurry and get yours today, Saturday, January 8, 2022, or tomorrow, the 9th! Here is the link for anyone in the US. I will be getting all the links posted on my site shortly, so if you are in a different country, please go to my Published Works … Continue reading Free eBook! 1/8-1/9
Depressed Shout out to the depressed Just trying to get by. Keeping eyes open With regurgitated lies I don’t feel happy I’m not even that sad I say I’m hopeful So they don’t feel bad It’ll be okay If tomorrow ever comes But I’ll still be struggling To believe in the dawn. Hello, friends! I thought I’d share a little ditty I wrote as 2020 … Continue reading Pet Hamster Zombie; a Short Commentary on the Longevity of Feeling Meh
Bridget floated, unafraid. Face up to the stars, awed by skies too full of pinpricks of light to be real. The living ocean waving up and down, gently. Slipping to her right. Sliding to her left in the dark. Drifting now and yearning to stay here and just sleep. Shadows shift below while feelings sink within her, raw. Beneath, her, thick-skinned and cold. Tail moving … Continue reading Shift, a Poem
Lucidity Lamb is extending the #submission deadline for “Their Love” until Midnight, EST, New Years Eve, 2021! Submit your #poetry today! Continue reading Submissions are in!
Time presses me forward and calls me back. I remember, regret, remain, react. Daily life skitters, plain and dull. I waste it pursuing an unworthy goal. Too tired to rise, too busy to sin. Uncomfortable in aging skin. Things I wanted have faded away. Now I dream of some future day. But when I can sit calmly in the sun, I’ll be dreaming of adventures … Continue reading Time, Animate
There comes a time when one must realize an end. We are here on borrowed time, Using borrowed bodies, hearts, and minds. Our memories and actions will be erased. Only our souls, memoryless, Shall endure as maturing beings. We are immortal, but our bodies are not. Life is an overwhelming And educational condition. Soul to souls to soul, visceral bodies spent. Only our true cores … Continue reading Immortal
Weird to have a warning for a 4-line poem about a coffee mug, but… if you are triggered by suicide, best to avoid this post. Empty vessel, once full of life, Waiting, ready to be cleansed. Solid but useless without the drug, Nothing but darkness, time to end. Just a little something I wrote because of a visual prompt. A visual prompt is when you … Continue reading Elegy of the Coffee Mug
When roses rest, They are still beautiful. Their scent becomes stronger, Their color more vibrant. When I grow old, I’d like to be like a rose, Personality clear, Treasured until the end. Continue reading When Roses Rest
Violet and gold, Green and gray, There never was another way. Blue and black, Candy apple red, I won’t forget what was said. Strawberry tarts, Pumpkin pie, A grain of truth in every lie. Cherry danish, Lemon meringue, I won’t be coming here again. Orange and peach, Nectarine and grape, I don’t think it’s a mistake. Cantaloupe, And honeydew, I’ll be better off without you. … Continue reading The Last Holiday, A Rhyme
I would like to beA little more freeBut this burden is heavyWith my self imposed needAnd it won’t be lighterUntil I have the timeTo remember how littleIt takes to survive. Continue reading A Little More Free
If anyone is to ever know us – if anyone is to ever truly love us – we must be honest with ourselves, and then be honest with the world. Our differences are what make us unique humans. Our scars, inside and out, are what we should be most proud of. There are so many things that we hide: Who we were; Who we are; … Continue reading Counting Scars
Ghosts and vampires, Picnic table ants, Memories both good and bad. Scary monsters, Sexy witch or nurse, Dressing for lives we never had. Halloween candy’s Long gone by ten. Wear your costume anyway. No one’s watching, But your future selves. Be your own fun today! Hello, Friends! I wanted to add a note to this little poem-post to say thank you. Your support of my … Continue reading Dancing with Your Future Self
