Trauma

our family rich with morbitities
of the mind, body and soul
wondering which fate awaits me

inviting the punishment
for perceived past misdeeds
a self-flagellation of sorts

abuse hammered in
nailed to my psyche
hard to escape, even after years

wrenching free is the only hope

Drive

treks of this distance
take a lifetime
not always a straight line
or one foot in front of the other
sometimes hopping on a broken leg
many times crawling
perhaps at times robust enough to run

living doesn’t carry with it
a formula for success
determination, a will to thrive and action
all prerequisites
a dash of luck thrown in
still
success not always achieved

i will not give up
i love myself too much

“My muse is not a god.” Susi Bocks

Reblog – Even the Old Oak by Byung A. Fallgren

I commented that this piece captures the feeling that we are limited at times even when we have great aspirations. Byung matched her beautiful words with a most appropriate image. Enjoy!

Nick Della Volpe--ndellavolpe@bellsouth.net. 400 yearold Angel Oak, in a park in Charleston South Carolina.

Four hundred years old Angel Oak in Charleston Carolina. 
Photo by Nick Della Volpe–ndellavolpe@bellsouth.net


Even the Old Oak

her desire 
to be the vein
of the sky
just 
a dream

©Byung A. Fallgren 

Childhood Daze

Andrew Morris – Unsplash

Inspired by VJ’s Weekly Challenge – The Chase & Sadje’s – What do you see #77


the gleeful children
with imaginative friends
had the fairies dancing around them

laughing without care
and the sunlight fading into dark
the young minds began the chase

with enthusiasm and joy
one by one
little lights filled the jar

held brightly captive
these grantors of wishes
small eyes closed into slumber

Heart Beats Contributing Authors Poetry Readings

Take some time to meet the poets and listen to some of the great works in Heart Beats!

On Saturday, April 10 we met for a virtual poetry reading by the Contributing Authors to the Heart Beats Anthology of Poetry. Each poet read poetry from their contributions and many read additional works. We has a morning and evening sessions with two separate groups of poets. Sit back and enjoy these beautiful words.

Morning Session:

Evening Session:

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Reblog – Tanka: Black & White Memory

This piece has me coming back again and again. I can find many sentiments expressed in this. How about you?

The Twisting Tail

defy the long sleep

dark circles shadow your eyes
bear the weight of life

brutal ignorance becomes
a black and white memory

Panda

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