Photo by Frans Van Heerden
Hours and ions will bend
as words pour on to paper
A long day’s journey
salty is the flavor
White sails billow
the gull cries for favor
I think I’d like to be alone
but pain can turn the tables
A wild joy takes me over
pure substance hovers just inside
A wild joy is my lover
ever changing with the tide
Photo by Jessica Cortez
I heard there was a party not in this Cage of flesh and bone
Since there is little or no magic here, I am stepping on down the road
Time is out of mind, send me an inviting card
Just swaying in the Twilight, leaving earth won’t be so hard
I was interviewed in a gutter, took a catnap in a palace grand
Just a wayfaring woman, Shadowing the Promise Land
A duchess lost in fiction in love with a Strangers moon
Now Truth is my destination, Time will be forgotten soon…
2.
Photo by Maria Pop
I walk on vigilant for any inkling of the enemy’s presence…deafening silence
yet in a split-second a pervasive white mist envelopes me…
I feel heavy weight and aching in my body and spirit, it is the supreme stealth weapon of the enemy
It is shame, my most relentless foe
The ballast of Shame slaughters aggressively, the deadliest of weapons, worse than sarin gas…
If I don’t kill it, it will kill me and all it touches, shame is unholy from hell
I cry out to the King, blood seeping from my chest, a razor-sharp slice
I did not feel it at the point of entry
Towering above the shame the King appears, brandishing his two-edged sword
it blazes and radiates like a million Suns, in a blink the sharp shooter
on the roof top falls dead
I am blind now, crouching down behind my shield of Faith
the King wields his Holy two-edged sword and shame screeches like the demon it is…
instantly there is silence, my heart is no longer bleeding, I regain my sight
The Holy Spirit is the watchman, the Angels encamp around me
I savor the Holy rest of victory this day…
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Her navy blue eyes flash at the sound of lies. Lies never make a sound.
She can always tell.
She was once one. Before Truth came into her soul.
The person knows she knows. The Truth touches the Liar’s cheek gently
Looking straight into each others eyes.
She walks away.
Photo by Pixabay
Language is my orchestra sometimes a lullaby
Emotion is the music the poet’s heart lives by.
In the silence of my dream words go dancing through
An Image just too beautiful all logic out of view
An artist lives within me a way of beating all the odds
The sticker on the rose bush pricks discovery one again
All children start out poets I just cannot let that go
So stir the mischief in the fire and let enchantment glow
all the Birds have flown from Winter’s blast
the Trees seem to long for their nesting
i long for their Song
at least the Sun has not withheld her face from us today
jill autrey dorman
