Windows to the soul

January 11, 2014January 25, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 11 Comments

Windows to the soul Glass warped, contorted Eyes deceive Fun House mirror misshapen Panes cracked, grimy with shame Truth twisted, unrecognizable Looking deep within Murky shadows emerge Secrets lurk behind broken sashes Dark glass mysterious Explore beyond what you see Delve into the unfathomable

Multi-tasking

January 10, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

Time is running out Twenty-four hours in a day Are never enough

Seasons

January 8, 2014January 8, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

On a bright spring morning, we stand on a hill holding hands, and watch the sunrise. you put your arm around my shoulder, adding your warmth to mine. It's summer and we sleep under a full moon, counting blinking fireflies. We tell each other fairytales and make wishes on falling stars. In the autumn we … Continue reading Seasons

Shimmer

January 7, 2014January 7, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

I tightly shut my eyes. Blocking out all light, save for the neon floaters weaving in and out of my periphery. Efforts to clear my mind of the incessant buzz of voices, and white noise, is hopeless. The best I can accomplish is to mute them down to a dull hum. Like a 15-puzzle, I … Continue reading Shimmer

The contest

January 6, 2014January 7, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 20 Comments

They stood apart from the crowd gathering on the beach. It was peak tourist season and there wasn't a square foot of bare sand. If it wasn't some pasty out-of-town collegian lounging in a logo embossed chaise from one of the nearby resorts, it was a family of Bermuda short wearing vacationers spreading out under … Continue reading The contest

Beginning

January 5, 2014January 5, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

Men often become what they believe themselves to be. If I believe I cannot do something, it makes me incapable of doing it. But when I believe I can, then I acquire the ability to do it even if I didn't have it in the beginning.” ~ Mahatma Gandhi The time has come to not … Continue reading Beginning