A forceful rain releases words from the broken parts of life lifted up against the weight of gravity, into passing clouds as the letters drift down they reform into the openness of sacrifices and shame revealing an empty shell once complete but still beautiful.
THE PRICE WE PAY Anger and love broken shells parts scattered on life’s shoreline and deep waters hidden in clouds rolled out of storms under still waters suspended out of reach praying for balance understanding alone sometimes touching but not really touching the violence of gravity the weight of words unspoken destiny the … More THE PRICE WE PAY
There are mountains to behold some soft others of granite messages hidden within the folds of clouds some open doors worth forgetting closed ones we forgot to open a watershed of voices replaced by empty chairs by those passing to the other side we celebrated their life favoring the moments while looking … More LOOKING INTO
There stretched out, the ocean perfect in all shapes protected ancient in wisdom its waters sound welcome to all though it knows not the broken heart life without love shadows of death yet maintains its authority to always be there
Leaving finds the life in an area of away where strength of a single candled spirit is encouraged to move forward at the crossroad there is stumbling because of the unexplained the unexpected and loss of protection when finally breaking away yet divided you continue the journey knowing it is right
Crossroads provokes idleness back to life perforated clouds bless the land painting moving shadows tickling the infinite underground into jealousy the past becomes reflected on walls of thoughts opening dark caves and mountains missed just up ahead there’s a hole in the sky where kites exhaust the air and lost gloves return … More MAKING A WAY
The last blessing the settling of forms the shadows over a life put in order truth hidden in stones deposited slowly into the heart rivers absent of motion become power lost thin paths test the feet of the brave at the end everyone witnesses the valley of their birth.
The first time ever the ocean touched my feet I knew I belonged to a much greater place arms wider a place deeper acceptance was mine a lifetime invitation late sunsets morning with a wink of blue a memory without loss dreams of swimming never growing old the first time it touched me.
She considered herself a life shadow, embracing long solitary moments; eyes open to darkness. Life had become a plausible intruder as she slept away painful images and the jest of youth. She was now an unstable passenger a fleshy veneer no longer frightened of the past. She suspected the end, though assured by faith, she … More CROSSING OVER
Two crumpled pieces of paper collapse to the floor like exhausted dancers. A light breeze pushes them together as they creak and stretch in unison. The compact energy contained within the tightly bonded folds begin to unevenly release, resembling the sound of mice running across a sandy floor. They slowly turn again as the … More AS IN LIFE
Roger Singer 