May 31st of 2018 11:30 pm

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At this hour I think of how
I was told of daddy's death
Immediately it speared me through
And I cried out with all my breath.

I was already in my bed
Mom only a door away
I couldn't go and comfort her
I couldn't walk at all that day.

I don't remember going to sleep
Ɓut I think I had a dream
I knelt by bedside, red eyes weep
Prayed my father was redeemed

All around me there was dust
Ashes scattered 'cross the floor
My tattered mind I could not trust
Got up, went through the door

Next thing I knew I was outside
Ànd I held a silver vase
I recall how hard I cried
Tears were streaming down my face.

Then I was in full darknes there
No moon lit my silent way
There was no delusion of
What had swallowed night and day

Then, the devil on his throne
Sulfur lit with horrid n̈ail
I looked all over hades stones
There was inside a mighty gale!

I woke up! I held on strong
For as long as I could last
Now I know that I was wrong
But I knew the dye was cast.

My eyes filled my tearstained couch
Relief filled up my smitten heart
I'd find my dad in heaven now

We would, in heaven, never part!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis
2025

The roasted salt-free nuts with shells were placed under two favorite trees
Quietly watching four hungry squirrels chow down without a care in the world
They knew I watched, but kept their distance, as I usually do
As I left, two ran off with shells in their mouths as if they had a date or places to go
Squirrels walk on to a new adventure
See you next week as a robin and blue jay share the nut bounty

to lie on the warm sand at twilight
ripples of fleeting light
across a calm sea.

I was chatting to a bear the other day;
He says to me,
"My missus is an angel. Every morning she makes me a cup of tea and gives me a big kiss before I go to work."

I replied,
"That's all well and good, but my missus shags me rotten every night."

The bear looked to the floor and slowly shook his head in disbelief.
"Every night?"

"Yep, every night."

Turns out the poor ******* was on rumpy rations, with the goods only being dished up on birthdays and Christmas.
I showed him how to use Tinder, so hopefully he'll be getting his oats more regularly now.

With spirit ablaze,
To tread, where everyone conspire
My truth, a flame held higher,
Yet branded still a liar.
This path, where doubts transpire,
To reach what hearts desire.
As in ages of old time's fire,
Worth on the pyre, a maiden's trial dire.
The heart's own fire, just water to the pyre,
Yet the world deems us of less significance,
Not much of a crier if you keep your distance,
We've never needed rescue, if the problem wasn't you.