She releases

She releases

She tries to find the reason
she feels absolutely drained

Anxieties inhale her sleeping 
when she carries the weight
of a heavy day

Oh, life really is quite silly
she laughs—

and dips a toe into her bath
Water provides relief
and she releases everything



Happy New Year! I hope 2019 is a wonderful and light year for us all. 

Z

 

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Glue she never knew

Glue she never knew

She forgot she believed
she was going to leave
There was a place somewhere
waiting to be her true destiny
But, the glue she never knew
was underneath her feet—
has left her stuck no longer trying
to be where she could be


Z

The Smile I Found

The Smile I Found

A smile came to me 
on the other side of the trees
after I flew over the stony wall

today, in a daydream
Thank you, dear pilot
for taking me in your helicopter
to meet a special tour guide
I thought I always knew

We walked about and explored
the colors I’d never seen
until the pilot shouted
C’mon, we must leave
I looked back, as I ran—

so scared I wouldn’t remember
the details of my tour guide’s face
Then, I received an indelible smile
to carry away from my new favorite place


Both my last blog post called Puddle of Gold and today’s came from weird, awesome dreams I have been having. I love when I manage to remember and, hopefully, write down my dreams. Like the face of the tour guide, I often find many details of my dreams to be a bit blurry, but not all of them. Also, I was thinking about the difficulty I can have remembering the face of I person I find intriguing, not long after we have met. I am going to keep trying to remember my dreams.

Z

Puddle of Gold

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Puddle of Gold

Have you ever reached a goal
you went after turn out
to be treasure you just couldn’t hold?
The mountain of happiness
you were waiting for Victory to bring
was the gift you never received

Solid dreams drip down fingers
of the hands of those who can’t handle
a temperature of 1945 degrees
You’ll look down and you’ll see
an unexpected defeat:
a 24-karat puddle of gold
right in front of your feet



Z

 

Flipping Cards

Flipping cards

Flipping cards,
Searching for answers
Could you tell me, please
Anything about me?

I have been waiting 

For a freaking discovery
Perhaps I am just a fool
Who holds onto cards

A voice calls out and tells me
To hold back because I must
Have my own back tonight—

To head for the bed

I set down the cards
In their place in the drawer

Clarity can wait until after
I turn out the lights


Z

Under the Dust

Moultrie, GA

Under the Dust

We rode through the field
To get to the old barn—
A stack of antique windows
Would soon be ours!
The smile on Pa’s face
Gave us consent to feel free
To take a few pieces of the past
From his tobacco farm

We cautiously climbed over
Unsteady wood—piled high
Evading rusty nails and idle tools
To gather our handsome treasures 
 
A crack of thunder made us rush
To load up the truck 
We closed the barn doors and drove off
Leaving behind—
Just another memory
To settle under the dust


Z