May I never be found despising the stony hearts the concrete skies the grave errors the many problems the closed doors the sealed windows the crushed dreams and melted hopes that lined my path steering me this way and that... Continue Reading →
It’s not unusual to carry one’s mind about with them- like a loaded gun ...to let it wander (on occasion) through the doors of imagination ....to watch dreams become the flesh that clothe the dry bones of barren futures ....no,... Continue Reading →
“If wishes were horses, beggars would ride” Nursery rhyme Eyes flicker - on waking to a world basking in truth and humility The toast doesn’t burn The washing machine has defeated death The house preens and sparkles The kids bring... Continue Reading →
. "The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Nelson Mandela Though the graveyards are full and the city dumps are full and my mind is so full that thoughts cause... Continue Reading →
Because of a grain of faith (so small - it is unseen) -my eyes flee a grimy past and rove a majestic landscape waiting- just for me I stare in awe through a window of wonders as the future is... Continue Reading →
There’s nothing maladroit about picking up your broken pieces It may be a war that rages within your bones It may be thoughts that scatter like rotting teeth after a bar fight It may even be frozen breath- too strangled... Continue Reading →
Kerry, on Real Toads challenges us to write to a landscape or image that resonates. I immediately thought of zen stones and water..then I got the perfect image. This is how I would describe myself to anyone. Still as paused... Continue Reading →
That I do not retire to a hospital bed nor call out from the innards of a jail cell never having creditors at my door or wallow in the mire of despair .... this- is peace to me That my... Continue Reading →
what are dreams but nuggets of the universe that wash up on the shores of our minds what are hopes but unseen desires we summon to stand on these same shores ©Vivian Zems #NaPoWriMo 2019- National Poetry Month Challenge... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 