OFFERINGS

She is an open field   a spirit cloud of linen   a breath between waiting   the shades of trial and error   a host of tumbling thoughts   her prayers offered without answers   hidden in rhymes and verse   she falls into waiting arms like a fear captured    

CREATION

I settled down, though briefly and had a think, like when water becomes ambient, not warm or cold; placid while reshaping an outcome.   It was a must, a brush with orderliness, creating the back end before leading the pen to water.   It became a flower moment, an opening as if sun touched, bringing … More CREATION