Advice to My Daughter

Be it ancient or new

Choose your flag well

Unfurrow it upon high

Ride it among the breezes

Believe in every tale it spins

Never waste time on yesterday

The future is your domain

Second thoughts are chains

Doubts clips spread eagle wings

Think of hope, adventure, and dreams

Embraces grow bright futures

As long as breath passes, live

Dance upon clouds in moonlight

Never clock watch for midnight

Fill your tapestries with yourself

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Desolate

Tonto Basin

Sometimes ashes wish for warmth

Hope lives as the stranger among us

My feet long to stroll that pathway

Desolation is peace and serenity

Hardly compromised, mistaken for believed

Belief is participation award to acceptance

True welcome is leaving the masks behind

Wings are to soar not be clipped by your hands

I live to hear how your world never changes

It was never your world, but we don’t tell you

I’ve tasted the desert of your soul before

The cure for the human condition is nature

The ills are not oxygen to breath, but baggage

Throttling the horizon causes darkness

Sunsets are supposed to celebrate what was

The fire dances to heights and gives warmth

Instinctively it knows no riddles to live

Which is why ashes wish for warmth

Why some see the world as desolate

Wordle- for the love of words

“Delirium, you simple haven take up residence upon Elysian fields.” Hyacinth snorts in her insidious way. “Please gather those jaded mercurial excuses of yours.”

My eyes pick at her anthracite and wisteria soul. Her mask worn tightly is that of a quixotic pariah. My body language reduced to a transparent silhoute. Inside my kaleidoscope of emotions challenge my lucidity. I long to lash out in ciphers, the remnants of past fractures. The zenith of my fury is a sigh and yawn.

Still her vicious basilisk eyes pierce my spirit. Her residual boredom plays a requiem upon her xylophone of unkept threats.

“You are horribly jaded.” Her hips snap her elsewhere, placing me back to the ossuary of her world.

*one word from each letter, at least

The New Way

I flailed at resolutions

Yesterday changes not for tomorrow

We invent the future to be better

We ignore those former days

As they reveal where we want to be

I’m much more concerned now

To change in the name of change

Truly divine waking experience

Creating an illusion of chance

That’s where delusion moves in

But yet here we jump off the cliffs

I resolve to be what you want

Never, not really, why would I?

So pardon my self indulgence

I resolve to laugh at the notion

I was the same mess yesterday

New year’s offers calendars

Upon we wrote the new way

The ink fades quickly to oblivion

Yet again flailing those resolutions

Disdain for the Light

Light kills the soul

We are not what we seem

Only in darkness we relax

Fences fall, personality drifts

I become myself amongst y’all

Tensions subside, smiles curl

My words tell truths your ears know

Edgy in the daylight, comfy now

Why we hide ourselves unknown?

Coyote traits to fool myself

Is rejection such an issue for me

You never know where my heart lies

I’ll assure every feeling to get my way

My safety is in the deep shadows

No sterile sunshine to gloss over

No empty promises of perfection

The night is for wonton ways

Silk escapes of what should be

I love the night for the freedom

I disdain the light for bleakness.

The Edge, my old friend

I step from the edge

Maybe it left me behind

Impulses were heartbeats

Chances flapped like wings

Ashes of Icarus, my memories

Bruises, postcards from edge

Fathers chargin, wore as crown

Now the soul tires at the view

Thoughts make fences before me

Fear, my perfect stranger sits beside

His sister worry reaches for me

Her warm hug masks cold touch

My younger shadow warns me

My hearing has diminished somehow

Maybe I never had it at all

My eyes still long for a view

My heart wishes for random beat

The edge still calls out to me

It takes even longer to go back

The flights of fancy just mental

Deep inside, my old friend knows

We are not what we used to be

To each other, at least.

Eyes of Green

Dreams feed the mind

Fantasy nurtures the heart

Trapped by pools of green

Release reluctantly by blinks

Catch me watching you

Strange feelings well within

Obsession is terrible addiction

Scratching inaccessible itches

Hope breaths desperation

But curves raise the pulse

Dreams still feeding mind

Fantasy starving the heart

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Season with No Reason

Easement
Ethereal
Exoteric ((adj.) suitable for or communicated to the general public: not belonging, limited, or pertaining to the inner or select circle, as of disciples or intimates: popular, simple, common place
Emulation ((n.) effort or desire to equal or excel others: jealous rivalry)
Edge
Elsewhere
Enough
Equipment
Entry
Erase
Exact
Evil

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

“Easement of any edge…” Raul pauses midthought. “Enough of a gap for evil to extract its ethereal control.”

“So exoteric ideas gain entry from afar, elsewhere to exact which emulsion?” Clyde plays along.
“The brain is the only equipment need to erase logic.” Raul is as tired of the political season as the partisan play that accompanys it.

Distant Shores

Do you hear me calling?

Waves seem desperate for contact

My message has no bottle

Rudderless lies adrift like a raft

I know it’ll get through

Blind faith is my temple

Time my worn thin amulet

I have bound these feelings

Silver threads called expectations

I tell my shadow of the day coming

He laughs at the notion

But I have seen the other side

Beheld in the finest dream

Your face kissed by the Sun

Upon these distant Shores

Wordle – Difference of Opinions

This week I am filling in – Wordle credit to Yves.

  1. pint
  2. chase
  3. fists
  4. cease
  5. sleeping bag
  6. octopus
  7. marooned
  8. metal
  9. breathless
  10. pennyworth
  11. wastrel (noun). a wasteful or good-for-nothing person.
  12. wanderjahr (noun). A year spent travelling abroad, typically immediately before or after a university or college course.

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Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

“Wastrel?!” I stand breathless as my fists cease to clutch. “You, my dear are tighter than an octopus squeezing every pennyworth rather than chase fresh meat.”

“I’ll raise a pint to that metal you received from the wanderjahr spent marooned in your hometown.” She smiles in that way the ceases hope.