Posts belonging to Category Inspirational

Snapping sound

‘tis just a gentle snapping sound like a small branch underfoot that halts the stride of one endowed with a sense of urgency. And in the pause pure silence falls to weight the muscles with dismay till unable to regain the will nothing happens, zero, naught. The pose is most undignified, no directions left to [...]

Stairs

Stairs start and lengthen more from the dungeon of despair to make of every step a laboured affair. No man or beast, angelic friend, or sweetheart of the heart’s desire can lift the burden, ease the pain, or change a state of mind. But there always was and still is the self that knows no [...]

The tree man and the witch

So the tree man and the witch cuddled up in bubble wrap safe and sound cocooned within a world meant just for two. Sadly so the time will come when hands of flesh and bone will destroy their paradise and place them in a strange place cold apart alone. They will move according to the [...]

And so…

The grass is green and “squishy” soft under one and two and many more footsteps placed just so and, oh, just so to satisfy the need of easy passage to where’re the journey ends. Little is known of the “far ahead” perceived as just a dream but when the grass turns brown and the ground [...]

Golden orb

Like a golden orb of happiness the setting sun doth shine but the sun is moving all the time here to there and then nowhere and this movement like a lover determined not to care. The not to care an evil “thing” that grabs me by the throat and squeezes, squeezes, squeezes, until I backtrack [...]

The dot!

Only half of all there is like half a turn, half a yearn, half a thought, a wish, comes to one unmindful of the power of completion. This power like a furnace burns to heat up mind’s intent and send it searching in the rough for the perfect whole. I’m rather fond of commas because [...]

Born of a storm

Fear

Potholes

Towards the end of May

It caught my eye one day towards the end of May, obscured but partly so by wayside flowers wild, and I paused to feel and enjoy reflected memories glinting, gleaming, glistening, in the field of hope. Confused it seemed familiar as if I’d spied before a diamond in the broken bits of a tall wine [...]