Reblogs – Laura Denise & Paul Vincent Cannon

All we have is time between birth and death. As I mentioned to Paul, “time is everything yet only truly held one moment at a time, it can be fleeting or like an eternity and each experience is unique.” Do make good use of it.

Present Turning by Laura Denise

footprints in the sand 
headed to the sunset, 
the present turning 
to memories 
with each leisurely step 

time stands still 
yet it doesn’t, 
simultaneously 
moving 
while holding forever 
the moment 

no turning back 
as history proceeds, 
no undoing 
impressions 
once the pressure 
is released 

and the shape 
is ingrained 
indelibly 

though the tide 
may wipe 
the slate clean 

and the imprint 
may no longer 
be seen 

only time 
may be able to change 
the feelings 

what kind 
of trail 
are you leaving? 

footprints in the sand 
headed to the sunset, 
the present turning 
to memories 
with each step 

A Haiku for Time by Paul Vincent Cannon

days within all days  
time quickly passes slowly  
river laps my feet 

Let’s Take A Journey With Annabel Harz

I was touched to have Annabel reach out to me to read her poetry books – Journey into the Dark and the Light & Journey into the Shadow and the Sunshine. Having never done a book review on my blog, it was an honor to do this for a fellow poet. Plus, getting out of my day-to-day routine to try something new is good for me. I felt up to it with my current schedule, and more importantly, enthusiastic in providing one for her.   

The titles and prefaces of both books immediately set the tone; you know you are going on an emotional journey with Anna as she recounts and confronts the darkness in her childhood. While the subject matter is a difficult topic, her superb writing continually has you standing with her, however painful it might have been to deal with. The honesty reflected endears you to her with each piece, then championing her success in the latter chapters of each book. The first part recounts the aftermath of the abuse, while the second part speaks to recovery and hope. All of humanity can identify with tragic circumstances and having hope; that is life! In her words and art, these books reinforce the idea that we can all overcome our adversities. It may take some time, but clarity does come if we face it.  

After finishing the first book and immediately devouring the second, it was plain to see that they are both about courage. Whether subconsciously through the artwork Anna immersed herself in or how she expressed her feelings, it was courage that enabled her to bring her past to the forefront. It pushed her to confront all the trauma endured during her most innocent of times. In these books, Anna shows us the necessary steps she took to understand what she ultimately came face to face with—being taken advantage of, misused, and abused in her childhood. No one should have to experience these things during this most vulnerable and innocent state, but she did, bravely. In doing so, she propelled herself toward a life relieved of the depression and the nagging lack of connection she had felt in her childhood and beyond. Annabel was filled with hope and a changed outlook. These books are a testament to what addressing the somber and horrific bits in our lives can do for our psyche. They share with us not only the possibility that things could get better but that we can thrive in an even happier and more stable future for having done so.  

What is saddening is that in a society where this occurs too often, many readers will probably be able to identify with Annabel’s excruciatingly honest reflections, art, and thoughts, having gone through similar situations. But on the other hand, should these pages reach them, they will learn that hope is on the horizon if they can break through their trauma too. Possibly they will see their necessary healing tucked in these words and images. Ultimately, it’s a beautiful thought these books could have a pay-it-forward effect on a large segment of readers.  

I’m thankful that Annabel asked me to read her books; they will stay in my thoughts for some time to come. I will likely review them often as the writing is direct, honest, and carries such depth. It’s a habit of mine to gravitate towards good writing.  

I leave you with a sample of her exquisite writing. This piece is from the first book – Journey into the Dark and the Light

Feeling Small and Lost 
 
My inner child cries,  
“Help!”  
as my outer adult stands and watches,  
unable to move,  
unable to talk,  
unable to assist … 

even unable to scream.  
 
How will I find my way  
out of this dark labyrinth—  
what others call my mind—  
if I cannot  
move forward  
and help myself?  

The road is long, and I am weary;  
I am cold, and I feel old.  

What will be my salvation?  
Where will I find my asylum? 

Surely not inside myself,  
for I feel I have meagre strength  
for such a  
hard journey  
into the depths of my soul. 

Yet, from within it must be. 

May you be moved to read the rest of Annabel’s work! You won’t regret it. Click the links here – Journey into the Dark and the Light & Journey into the Shadow and the SunshineYou can also find her blog HERE

Rose Colored Glasses

Tathanhtaun – Pixabay

partnership withered
she’s moved on, stop holding out
take off your glasses

Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #118

I’m typically not a fan of this type of music, but damn… these lyrics are amazing! And they fit to this prompt. 🙂 And now, it’s growing on me. lol

Again

our combustion 
triumph of the senses
you reveal your need
i quiver with desire
this is one way lovers communicate

with a sigh 
the moment fades
the fire cracking no more
an expansive breath is taken in

the curtains filter out the early sun
as we recover from being undone
i turn to you once more
reach below for maybe one more go
i want to feel the shimmering in my mind again

Eugenia Hoffman

Fruition Murky

confessing answers
mindsets still misunderstood
searching afterlife

Love the One You’re With

embrace each moment
yesterday has no regrets
rain falls on the sun

Who to Believe

no stories heard here
common sense bid its farewell
truth lost to strangers

No Rest for the Weary

wandering wonders
mother earth awaits true fate
times without passion

Deadline Looming

the earth never sleeps
sky gems tango til daybreak
shadows intertwined

~~~

Eugenia enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for Eugenia to follow her dreams by doing things she enjoys – spending time with family, learning, sharing, traveling, and writing poetry. Eugenia’s writing and creative endeavors can be found at her blog – Eugi’s Causerie. She was featured on The Short of It in 2020 and her work was published in the anthology – The Sound of Brilliance.

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Poetry Partner #38 at The Skeptics Kaddish!

As a poet, I prefer being a loner. I should say usually. Recently, however, I decided to step out of my comfort zone a bit and collaborate with David of The Skeptics Kaddish. What prompted me to was the beauty of ALL the pieces which have been posted to date. David is a wonderful poet who complements the original inspiration. The poetry he produces enhances them so beautifully!

I hope you enjoy this collaboration and please do visit his blog for more incredible writing!

Disappearance, or: Endurance 

Poetry Partners #38 

‘My Disappearance’ by Susi Bocks of ‘I Write Her’ 

it’s my nature
to withdraw
when unbalanced
for no reason at all 

i retreat to a safe space
like bear cubs denning 
i’m not languishing 
i’m dormant with melancholy

seeking shelter protects my soul
giving respite and comfort
surrounded by nothing but time
it revives me 

double acrostic blank verse poem by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ 

Dormant with melancholy, defeated
I seek shelter like a wounded yeti;
surround myself with simple memories
and hibernate. Depleted by drama
paws torn in frantic escape, I’m a pup– 
py, fearful, distrustful, fitful in sleep
Everywhere, even within me, foes lie
anticipating my imminent plea
Respite’s always brief. Would I had armor 
against the greed, gossip and media 
nonsense. Ultimately, I always bow in 
concession, perhaps the greatest cynic
ever. That’s how I can stand to surface. 

Reblogs – Jen Goldie & Marisela Brazfield

Agonizing over chaos – whatever form it may take. Haven’t we all been there?

Synchronic Chaos by Jen Goldie

A broken Heart is caused by synchronized chaos 
The result is: 
agonized confusion, 
shortness of breath, 
a gaping mouth 
sans sound, 
silently screaming. 

of us lost angels by Marisela Brazfield

promises are like water to me
for you they quench temporarily 
all that i fear for you and us 
like the thirst of the dying 
i can stop making promises 
that i won’t agonize over the shit disease insanity violence and utter hell that we both see 
we can compromise and believe 
that there will be promises of better life 
like we will plant flowers 
but they might not smell like roses 
as the smell of decay clings 
promises can be multi everything 
disciplinary lateral purpose conscience 
promises are sugar and wine 
rat poison 
one daft note fleeting in the wind 
a fart or love 
i can’t tell where we are going 
or how to get on this new road 
let’s not make promises anymore 
let’s just stay eye to eye 
let’s just see what i will do 
how i will move and act and love and lose 
i refuse to promise that i will not turn the other way 
if you don’t promise that you will make this inferno go away 
i will say that i can accept my heart broken 
and that when the camera flashes your way 
remember that humility diligence and hard work are the better red carpet accessory 
for you 

our queen of us lost angels 

Cracked

Suliman Sallehi – Pexels

Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #117

A serious reflection

i see our world as splitting up
coming apart at the seams
politics, pollution, people
tragedies galore

i don’t know how much longer
i can keep it together
teetering on the top of the world
looking down with grief

A funny take

I don’t know how much longer I can keep these two peaks together. My calf and thigh muscles are killing me! But I just can’t let the Earth split in two!