You'll find me in that space between heaven and earth. Penned to the now, yearning ever skyward. Not quite a devil, and not nearly an angel.
Category: Poems
Dead tired
So very tired Bone weary and heart heavy To sleep, perhaps dream
Anchors away
Taking on water Swamped and going under fast Throw out the anchor
Screwed
Contemptuous sighs and lethal stink-eyes Silent treatments that last for days Their digits double, omnipotent Our IQs fail by half, dotage Teen years, an exhausting level Of parenting purgatory Still, I survive
Draining
Tempest is brewing Hyperbole and drama Put a lid on it
Winter solstice
The earth has tilted Night becomes day Day becomes night The unconquered sun, turning of the year Bonfires of pagan and believer A celebration of the true light Welcoming renewal and rebirth Ashes and embers kept for luck Candles lit to remember, beacons of hope The longest night comes to an end