Where is the sense in making peace with a past that is filled with the dry bones of death? Does it make sense to remain in this land where flesh is no longer and breath has since departed? Even the... 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 →
the scorching passion of a thousand flaming suns can't propel me to where my first sorry tale was spun where bucking wild horses failed to meet my eye and deeply buried secrets-under wraps just lie where an impassable gulf is... Continue Reading →
This was a relief. Being freed from editing my poetry book to respond to today's prompt; to write about this very moment. Now, what to write?....ok, I've got it. I can't hold onto time- not the present or the past.... Continue Reading →
“The hardest part is when the river is too swift and goes underground for days on end” ~Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason Life flows in moments -rising at dawn, ebbing at sunset There are those in our dreams -forming snapshots... Continue Reading →
(6 Word Story) You're someone's past; You're someone's future. The End Copyright 2017 Vivian Zems
