Let them fail, then they’ll learn…
But lessons should be shared too.
Striking the balance, so I’m not the bitch,
But also not guilty by omission.
Where is the line? Ha!
Line? What line? There is no line.
Once advice is rejected, guidance refused,
Load up the wet buckets and the mops.
Invariably there will be a need for
Clean up on Aisle 6!
Steady stare into the abyss,
Softening focus, then maybe she’ll see,
Script formed in an ancient language
Long forgotten by current man.
Incense wafts an earthy scent,
Grounding her to the past.
Winds push the smoke out
Swirls turn to calligraphy,
Chills runs through her bones
As the dancing trail begins to reveal
A story of ages long ago…
Why is there this hollowness from nowhere
A hole where my heart rests
Years have passed, still,
it creeps upon me from time to time
A yearning to connect,
even for just a moment
Triggered by a song, a smell,
Sometimes a random thought
That longing which cannot be fulfilled
It will not dissipate,
no matter the distractions
No matter the resistance…
But carry on I must
As flashes of the past,
And dreams never to be
flicker in my head.
Out of my reach,
beyond my control.
Why?
Fluttering yellow and black,
They land for a sip of water.
Their friends float near by,
Bouncing rays off gossamer wings.
A moment of peace in a crazy world
The spin slows to quarter time
And calm takes over.
The heart slows, a smile spreads.
Wish you were here to see this place.
Travel down the gravel roads,
Listen to the babbling streams.
Watch as the butterflies take flight.
Settled in, cup of tea in hand;
The chair gently sways beneath.
A warm sip trails down her throat.
The mist before her begins to lift
And the world comes to life.
Blue ridges off in the distance
Green trees rustle near by.
A bluebird flits from limb to limb
While a warbler sings to the side.
Yellow, white, orange and purple…
Clumps of wildflowers dance.
The mist lifts revealing skies so blue.
The birds fall quiet as the day begins.
Slumber fell from tired eyes,
Deep dreams, vivid like memories.
Rolling green hills, leading to mountains.
A gray mist hung in the air, petrichor.
Songs of cardinals and whipporwills echo.
Wooden rocking chairs on a porch creak
As the wind sways red-flowered baskets.
This is the place. Or it was the place.
Past or future, her mind will not tell.
But peace found her in that moment.
Soft blossoms float down,
Fragrance hangs lightly in the air
The lawn littered with spent blooms
in colors of pink, yellow and white
The beauty is fleeting,
Enjoy it while it lasts.
Blossoms tumble from above
Falling on bare shoulders below
Brown hair tucked up at her nape,
Fingertips float across her silk skirt,
A vibrant teal and red sash trails behind.
It should clash, but instead there is harmony.
He awaits her arrival anxiously,
But knows their future lies ahead.
Hearts full and eyes wide open.
Dark circles surround heavy eyes
Energy drained and the world swirls
Nothing stands still, nothing feels right.
All that is needed is grounding.
The rug pulled out, footing lost,
Stumbling over every obstacle,
Exhausted from the quaking world
Failing at every turn,
and no, it doesn’t mean first attempt in learning…
Shifting goal posts, unstated expectations,
Boundaries crossed, it’s all getting old.
Find patience, show me grace.
Tears fall, uncontrollably. Over it all.
Trying to find a different way,
Thought I might get lost in clay
Smashing through the grog
Relieving my stress backlog.
However, anxiety still exists
It’s one of those dastardly beasts.
So now I’m here, scrawling about,
My mind continues to run with doubt.
Work, and home, nothing’s great.
Will this always be my fate?
Dawn Renee Writes 