I am your imaginary friend I am Exactly as you Imagine me to be.. I exist only as you Allow me to. Too brave for closed doors But too scared for close encounters. Some day my writing on the wall Will make you see me #poetry

Submerged like a sunken city I am not found Hidden and Holy Waiting in dappled light Listening to the stammering of old incantations In my murmuration— I am dissolved #poetry #sensewrds 276

And suddenly it was all back— all at once. Like a mountain’s view that’s just to die for Like a warm blanket choking me to death Like a sweet liquor’s sleepy escape... My words are back And so are You. Let’s settle in for the winter. Welcome home #poetry #vss365 #mountain

I think feelings are a lot like clouds They look light until you have to hold them Heavy and water-laden Perky and white But capable Of movement and wind And rage #poem #vss365 #cloud

After a summer of sun, what leaf wouldn’t bend and expend itself blush for the sun as a final act of devotion before the fall #poetry

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Your holiness has me haunted Heavy with the weight of you Feels like sand Falling slowly Feels like Time’s watching me I talk to you, your energy Yet prayers roll off my tongue for me What you’ve missed and how I yearn To keep these memories Fast asleep with prayer beads Ave Maria, watch over me

Went shopping for feminine hygiene products yesterday and found a box of pads already opened and stolen from. Didn’t mean to get a bit preachy here, but I do wish I could know her and help her. These products are essential, and all women should be able to afford them. #poetry

What blessing is this That I should be Whole and happy Where I find thee #poetry

A carpenter bee Holds tenderly The bouquet that I laid out for you

With the sun at my back Gnats kissing my knees I offer up my wishes To The Great Oak Tree For She watches and She waits She protects and She stays Blessings of wind and of shade #poetry

You ever just be tired? 😴 Congrats to all for making it to the weekend! ✨

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Oak Tree A poem I wrote for her, in her honor, several years ago, now posted in memoriam, for Cathy. Thank you for your light, your witness, your care and your work- For it is your work that sent so many of us into the world to support the Greater Tree. Thank you for everything.

Tell me of woes And why things won’t work. “Begin again. And again.” Uttered silently Lacking Assurance “Rise again. And again.” Still it’s hard, but I’ll try. Again, and again. #poetry

Maybe one day I’ll look up and see Your face In the moon #poetry

Recently found an app called Roost Social where you send birds back and forth as a form of messaging. It seems really really sweet. Anyone want a pen pal? lol

Lately I have not had words For life as it is All I have Is my hands, My eyes And my heart To move slowly Through busy crowds And take it all in #poetry

Overwhelmed Ferral Thursday Anyone else feeling the push of the moon the call of the wild the dread of the day? Hope it's not just me. Ope. #oft #cassiopeian #poetry

Anger arose with me this morning and talked at me endlessly before I could even finish my cup of coffee. In fact, I think I could even hear them moving about in the night- never letting me have peace. #poetry

clenched jaw, teeth scraping, indignant- I call thee “Coward,” for you are. #poetry

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Those secrets held in sacred silence sit tender and willing, listening and waiting for light of day #poetry

The dappled light after fretful nights A puppet show upon my wall A birdsong chorus to my daily hymn and wild geese flying home #poetry

In morning light, I catch my name etched into gold edges of trees illuminated in daybreak #poetry

The ringing in my hears is sharper today. The sun beats down through the window pane and yet I escape them, just out of reach. The mid-afternoon breeze seems nice; I watch it dance from inside my buzzing head, flushed cheeks spring forth dizzy spells- like sand underfoot with seashells #poetry

When will I be me again? I return to my “art a day" calendar to find that a month has already left me in a hurry, out the door, without a goodbye. My bones are heavy; the dent in the couch is a nest only for the most sick, the squandering, the idle, and the waiting. Leave me be. #poetry

The world is so big and my world is so small. I only see what I see and I can only do what I can do. As it all gets so much and the fear gets too high please don’t leave my side when I don’t know how to do what’s right. This is all so new and yet none of it is. #poetry

#OurPoetryX #Poetry April 4th and 5th #AcceptingDarkness #Enlightenment This morning, I thought a new thought. My pastor explained that even Jesus reincarnated still with wounds from his crucifixion. Who am I to wait for old wounds to heal before allowing myself to rise.