Above a battlefield
Raven grooms itself carefully
Black feather drifts


Write of Passage aka
SoulSurvivor
2022

Tara grew up, planted
Firm in the loam
Like that southern plantation
A farm was her home

She shot up like a sapling
She swayed with the breeze
Wind scented with lilac
And magnolia trees.

Around her the horses
Needed nurturing care
Then they needed exercise
Tara was there.

Now a physical therapist
She helps folks along
When they are feeble
She helps them to be strong.

That's how I met you
It is to this end.
I need to be strengthend
I'm glad you're my friend!


💜 Cathy

I had a horrifying dream
Of a house that caught on fire
Our old house in the foothills
Became a blazing pyre.

It was an Old Ranch House
Sitting on a hill
We had sold it years ago
But I dreamt we lived there still

Spontaneous combustion
Is what it seemed at at first
But now I know it's arson
Evil at its worst!

The Flames burnt My belongings
It wrapped around my things
Especially my artwork
Tied with fire string

Now the house was not consumed
It was left intact
But my things were all destroyed
All the mirrors cracked.

It was put out with hoses
Of the garden type
But no one saved what I held dear
So it cremated my life.

But behind the house there was a cave
The Flames still Wild and Free
No water could quench it
It burns eternally.

There are some who are reading this
Give the devil his due
Could that fire be for me?

Or could it be for YOU?


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022



Biblical meaning of fire in a dream. To dream of a house being on fire represents feelings of powerlessness to stop some area of your life from being lost for good. It may also reflect angry destructive intentions or intentional harm that can’t be stopped

Some will not understand the meaning of this poem. But there are those who will. What you didn't count on was the Lord Jesus Christ. He can turn anything around. Flip the script. But even if he doesn't I will be content in any situation that I'm in. My life is not in this world but the next. Have your fun in this world my friends. It's the only joy you'll have for all eternity.

I'm working like a fiend 2 transfer my poetry to another site. I'm worried this one is going to crash. Please forgive me for not reading. I simply have no time. Thanks for understanding.

💜Cathy

palette
russet, olive hues
yellow ochre
bird's egg blue

vastness held
within a bowl
turned over earth
to heal and hold

moisture from
the morning rain
thus the painter's
eye is trained

cadmium white
a fan-like brush
sketch mare's-tail clouds
an artist's touch

far horizon
grayish blue
a woman reclines
in the ****

her form reveals
the breasting hills
her hips the mountains
hushed and still

mid-ground
blurs of olive cacti
the saguaro
rise like hackles

Palo Verde lie in lumps
yellow flowers
bloom in clumps

point of brush
tweaks out the trees
turn of branches
stippled leaves

small are they
to catch the light
but the moisture
loss is slight

ochre foreground
brownish stones
blue-gray shadows
light source shown

grayish purple
prickly pears
ocotillo
here and there

spindly with splash of red
barrel cacti nod their heads

buff highlights
saguaro flowers
I could sit and
paint for hours

there's time to write
but now I pray
look upon these
words today

they paint the desert
you will find
If only in
the poet's mind!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2017