My Mind’s Eye

From where I was standing, I saw beauty everywhere. The gulls appeared to know me, As if they recognized my stare. My mind’s eye scanned the horizon, Rousing dull shades into vibrant hues, Melancholy grays, Into sapphire blues. Moving quickly, I traversed the mud and the trash. I saw snowflakes and crystals, As I watched… Read More

Tell the Story

While I was off camping, msjadeli at Tao Talk tagged me to “Tell The Story” (or write a poem) about the image below. It wasn’t easy, but here goes… —Everything Changed Everything changed on that warm autumn eve, Darkness hid behind a billion stars. Iridescent streams pirouetted past, The wind hummed like a thousand guitars.… Read More

Dreams in the Mist

I don’t know if anyone else ever falls into this trap, but I constantly find myself trying to turn my dreams—or the things I love—into some kind of product, as if they’re things I need to own. It’s like the person who loves to swim, who’ll never be satisfied until their backyard has a pool…… Read More

Keep Dreaming

My dreams are vivid, they’re bold and alive. The colors run deep, as they spin and they jive. Often they fade, to black, and to white— Others appear in magnificent light. Sometimes in shadows, or a dark silhouette— They wait as I cling to the fear of regret. One dream can splinter, into two, even… Read More

The Shack

Far beneath the jagged cliff … Where men are seldom seen, A dilapidated shack … Lies in the dark ravine. Beaten by the fog and mist … Its coverings worn thin, Things were said to go awry… When Enmity moved in. —Janet— Three Things Challenge: Mist, Shack, Cliff Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: Enmity I’m really enjoying… Read More

Magical Makeovers

—A Page in My Journal My best friend went to cosmetology school when she was eighteen, and I was the brave subject of her very first “perm.” It looked pretty BAD, but eventually my hair grew out. Over the years that followed (or decades I should say), she became the extremely talented hairdresser that she… Read More

Ghost Town

Facades and foundations are all that remain, Of the city from which her spirit once came. Underneath the dust, and the rubble there lay, Narrow streets lined with gold… least that’s what they say. During one summer, when the moon shone just right, A man’s said to have seen her, There dancing at night. It’s… Read More

Introspection

Fear, like a giant boulder…Stays weighted at my feet.—Afraid I’ll miss the curtain call, I stay paralyzed…Gazing at the stage to find my cue. Impatience, like a cold wind…Sends me sailing into a flurry.—I shatter into pieces, chasing a million things…Until all that’s left are tiny shards. Reason, like a brilliant scientist…Wants to put me… Read More

Madness

Everything is spinning, And things are upside down. Do my eyes deceive me? Or are crazies running ’round? They like to taunt and tease me, They’ll never leave, I dread… No one else can see them, Here hiding in my head. … Inspired by Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: Madness I got excited when I saw today’s… Read More

Playing the Game

Well, I never made it outside yesterday (Boooo). Honestly… it is freaking COLD here! Not as cold as so many places, but in California these recent “extremes” are quite shocking to some of us natives. Anyway, even though I made a silent vow to stay away from my archived photographs, this morning I remembered some… Read More

Caught on the Web

Since the web’s inception So much has gone amiss A simple online visit Sucks you into the abyss In pursuit of knowledge Google’s the new guru And when you have a question Sometimes Quora has a clue Twitter’s full of hashtags While Facebook finds your friends Pandora plays your music Amazon delivers trends I need… Read More

A Better Me

It’s always exciting to see a new year approaching, and the word goal really got me thinking today. Not about my goals for the year ahead, but about the goals I’ve already set—over the last couple of years—and how they have helped change, or shape me, in ways I never expected. In all honesty, sometimes… Read More

The Jigger is Up

In days of old I caught ahold Of things experimental. I soon found out Without a doubt That this was consequential. I lost my wit My self was split My memories fragmental. … A rule of thumb: That offbeat drum Which sounds so instrumental Can lead the way To one’s decay And all that’s detrimental.… Read More

Unshakable

I used to feel invisible, and I was empty inside. You wouldn’t know it by looking at me though, as I was beautifully bedecked with many embellishments. Coolness was probably the first (and the cheapest) ornament that I picked up, and it stuck to me no matter what I did. Of all of the decorations… Read More

Finding Harmony

I think winter break is starting to take its toll on me, and I’ve only been out of school for a week now! I’m not quite sure what to do with myself some days—I find myself overthinking a lot—and lately I’ve been questioning my decision to major in psychology.   Fortunately, I’ve been visiting my sister… Read More