Blank neighborhood morning.
White rooftops,
White roads,
White crystalline air.
Scene of muted beauty.
Nature’s austere reminder of need for rest.
Need for a season to slow down,
To hibernate, rejuvenate,
To reflect and celebrate.
Now is the season.
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Barn Owl
Thick fog opaque sky
descends unexpectedly
barn owl talons pierce
Lest We Forget
Forgotten fighters
lay frozen, solemn poppies
bleed red liberty
Poetic Justice
Snow blankets grimy
world, frosty composition
Shakespeare’s soft whispers
Disbelief
Today’s post was inspired by the current media discussion of violence against women following allegations against former CBC broadcaster Jian Ghomeshi. A question I saw earlier today asked, “How many women must speak out to equal the voice of one man?”
The room is dark
suffocating dark
Panic inducing lack of light despite sunny skies
autumn colors outdoors
It is a race to that safe place
before the spark is completely snuffed
before the dark becomes
consuming
overwhelming
overtaking all
A tiny haven awaits
sanctuary of sacred flame
buried deep within
pathway hidden
Alarm signals shrieking!
All senses on high alert!
Survival systems kick into high gear
“Do not let the flame be doused. Hold on to the light
at all costs”
Watching events unfold
as from a distance
Denial
Detachment
Betrayal
Trust is broken
cleaved into pieces by a
swift action
Shattered
Shards vibrating
Questioning
Why is this happening?
How can this be happening?
Violence
Heaving
Quiet
It has stopped
Darkness is all around
Blinded by emotion
quivering
fatigue
shame
It has stopped
But the journey
to recapture the flame
has just begun
It is buried deep
protected
A silent tear escapes
Egyptian Myth
Black scarab beetle
busy rolling across dunes
inscribing wishes
Lost
I have already lost them
it happened a long time ago
one day a decision was made
there was no turning back
Reality is harsh
denial a trap
the sooner I find acceptance
healing can begin
Little boy optimism
little girl hugs
drifting away ephemerally
like the puff of a dandelion
blowing in the wind
Dreams die hard
I do not want to let go
this is not how it is supposed to be
I want a fairy tale
a castle in the sky
I want promises of happily ever after
When did it happen
my world falling in upon itself
when did the yellow brick road
become a bed of hot coals
Every phone ringing
brings a fear of the worst
every siren
a racing heart
A pasted on smile
a mask for the world to see
so difficult to accept
you are lost to me
When did I lose myself
how can I get her back
If I don’t have hope
what is left
Arachnid
Spiders
fat full bodies
centered and still
Large weaver climbs rapidly
on single strand
Webs
vertical diagonal horizontal
alive with silent movement
eyes dimly aware
spider sense tingling
heightened threat
vibration of pedestrian beneath
Joint legged invertebrate
moving fast
moving slow
Creatures hidden in daylight
come to life at night
Covered walkway
full
a horrifyingly beautiful sight
protecting eggs
hunting
Walk beneath
these nocturnal arthropods
racing heart demanding
no lingering
trust they will not descend
Follow the path
walk beneath fear
let go of fear
accept fear
Or deviate
walk without protection!
No matter the choice
can no longer pass unaware
Shattered
Wine glass shatters
stem and goblet severed
illusions of relationship
exposed
Sharp jagged edges revealed
captivating expensive bouquet covered
robust promises
forgotten
hidden
left to languish
unable to balance with delicate notes
of expectation
Scatted shards lay on the table
lay on the floor
as once you laid with me
fragments of our hopes and dreams
loosened from a grasp
now splintered pieces
What once was
no longer is
A stark realization
How appropriate the glass was empty
no red stain on the precious carpet
blank white
pure contrast to tainted desires
no tears
no drops
to mourn the loss
Resignation
a simple break
to open eyes
how fragile words have become
how brittle emotions
Hidden cracks
now fully visible
Home Base
Brick and mortar
glimpses of lives
walls and windows
protection
openings to peek inside
photos here
piece of art work there
beautiful vase from exotic foreign land
details of lives
on display
Borders
Boundaries
set to keep others at bay
to keep ourselves in
Boxes to contain
fluid
mobile mass of our lives
Structure
to grasp
guide back to reality
when form slips away