Thanks To the friend that helped me pack up my departed mother's dishes And those that lend an ear. To my son who sent the text saying he...

Filigree and swirl, whispering  on the air. Influenced  by the music. The patterns  change  with notes and tones. Shape shifting  through...

A poem about the power of emotion You wash away the soil, so we are clean. Purify wounds, so we heal. Douse the fire, cool the heat.  Etc...

Your lips full of promises and tenderness brush mine and all is lost. Denise G

Energy swirls around in the wind. Trees dropping leaves making their presence known. A much needed calm comes over my anxious self. I sme...

Facing shadows that lurk in hearts Messages in the jet coloured eyes of Crows Silhouette against the sky Without light we have night Velo...

No more leash to bind you No more struggle to breath No more pain No more confusion I saw the glimmer of peace upon your face. You were r...

The cool breeze is welcomed relief to the sweat on my brow. The crickets sing consistently. It must take endurance to rub their legs in s...

My mind a flurry. My heart beats fast like the wings of a hummingbird. The world spins. I have no control. I step into the forest, Solo. ...

My limbs and soul heavy with burdens. Burdens that need to be lifted off my shoulders. But there is fear, because no matter how heavy the...

Fine rain sprinkles on my skin. A cool tingling sensation that makes me present in that moment. The breeze rustles through the fresh gree...

Soft smooth skin featured on paisley sheets. Orange, gold and teal compliment lightly tanned skin with dots of brown that reveal origins....

Magic abounds in the air as I walk along the path. Mystery entwined in the textured patterns of the bark. A gentle breeze ripples over la...

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Our skin stretched beyond its limit. Rivers and their tributaries etch our bellies changing our landscape. Our breasts swell, becoming ri...

On the longest day, delicate petals are warmed by the rays of the sun. By night, the petals glow by the moonlight. The transition now com...

Sweet child they know not what they do. They themselves were treated poorly as children, they only repeat the learned behavior, as they d...

Only upon completion do we see the full web. The complex weave of silk-like gossamer spun into patterns. The threads of many, connecting ...

Where did you go my child? You are lost to us and we do not know why? We only have the memory of your smile, laugh and your brightness of...