and every day is a chapter and every
dream a limb
every new thing a sunrise and  every leaf
a hymn
and every song has her melody
and every tune her key
each wisdom its simplicity
simple things their place
prejudices their predispositions
and harmony her grace
and a new day will dawn
I am so sure
where the trees grow flowers
of fruit and the leaves fall
like money and
the songs are as melodic
as wisdom on a new sunny day
and the people place no
thought to differences
i pray

Thunder raging
It's going to rain
Clouds are flashing lights
Tightening pressure within my brain
The awe of nature
God above
The force in which
He shows His love
Seasons changing with the heat
With great force He gives us
What we will need
Time to time there is a cost
We are not capable or choose not to understand
Endurance all part of His plan
I pray for the time to come someday
All pain in my brain will go away
This thunder will be but a vibration
Of my past that led me to understand
All is meant to be in
Our Heavenly Fathers plan
Amen

Tips of pine
Curves of birch curls
Against the crimson scarlet
slight of eve
I rest my eyes

Gently, I wipe the soft oak table
Cotton and lace draped
Fruit ń avocados
nestled in a bowl
A sweet for the morning

The day dissolves
My weary mind
My weary bones
My heart...weary

I turn from the world
Tuning into only the
simplest, base sounds
Hues of gentle reflection

The angst that
has gripped
too many moments
of too many hours
of too many days
Just now begins to ebb
Just now able
to breathe
at a gentle gait

Three down comforters and
feather pillows fluffed into a nest
My shoulders can rest
Lights down low,
I find my warmth
within this
divine softness

Shutting down...
The sounds,
the warmth
my breath
Let the dreams take me away


#shuttingdown
Copyright © 2017.
Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.

As the first drop fell on me
I looked up at the black canvas
gathering and rumbling ominously.

But there was supposed to be another
not far
but right over my head
to defend me against the weather
pattering insane
between me and the rain.

Did I by any chance
leave my umbrella here, sir?
I ran to the shopkeeper.

We all suffer this predicament
was his smiling statement
losing grip over our mind
letting things be left behind
and then came the mischievous addendum
as if my trouble had inspired his mood

go for good
once you let them go
woman and umbrella

they never again show.

I walked heavy hearted

The weight of life was pushing down on my soul

There were so many question

And yet not one answer

A knock fell upon my door

A flood of overwhelming emotion traveled through me

I saw her

I felt her beautiful brown hair

I embraced her warm presence

I saw her fce and regained my heart

Then she quickly faded away

My eye opened against everything in me

She was gone

And I was never getting her back

.
I stand here with thumb outstretched
as the years speed by like passing cars.
Trying to hitch a ride on Life's Road,
for all it cares, I may as well be on Mars.

Relentless, never seeming to slow down,
the years pass me by like pouring rain.
And here I rot, the forgotten wretch,
standing on the kerb of Life's Road again.

Shivering and soaking, I turn to walk,
and the years fly past like hot arrows.
My steps trace a line toward the horizon,
beyond the point Life's Road narrows.

For Death, she will claim me as hers,
when the years stop, no more to erode.
The raw relief, release, too turn away,
and leave the madness of Life's Road.


© Pagan Paul (2016/2017)

oh how I still miss you
I hope you hear me now
I know that you are with me
I know in this somehow,

I am seeking answers
my life is so confusing,
I just hope to win this time
instead of always losing,

love is so elusive
it slips right past my hand,
just like all the pieces,
in the hour glass of sand,

though time may not-
be quite my friend
I'm older now it's true
though I'm still right here
wishing-
star,
that you will send a clue

in a message -
on a winged one,
on butterfly an bird
I am listening as you said,
I should,
I'm listening -
each word,

to every person place an thing
connected we-
a dot,
remembering the lessons rare
in all I've ever taught,

love is not to say I'm wrong
it's not something that is bought,

love it might be so elusive
it's still the thing I've sought,
even when I should have run,
in love I wasn't-
naught,

I still live to touch it once
without me getting burned
unfortunately it seems to me
it still I have not earned
or maybe I don't know true love,
perhaps I haven't learned,

an all I have is your star.
a shiny silver bit of hope.

Ma Cherie © 2017

I yearn to travel that
Road less travelled
To March to the beat
Of my own drum
Instead,
I walk the lonely path
Letting self-sorrow
Drown me in a sea of darkness
Closing my eyes to life
Living in a numbed limbo
Without hope, without joy
Gasping to feel the light
I pray for, I beg for
The courage to live my life

Kelly Rose
© May 23, 2017