Going towards the light

Your eyes,
redolent with emotion
draw me to you,
two lighthouses in a sea of hookah smoke
and I’m just a boat bobbing on the stormy waves,
rising and sinking,
perpetual motion.

That warm golden glow
brings me to a harbor so safe and home-like
that I do not mind
brushing against the jagged rocks on my way in.

There might be a few holes in my ship now,
the wood weathered and beaten,
even cracked at the heart,
nevertheless,
I’m glad I made it
to you.

 

 

 

Daily Prompt: Redolent

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Volcanic Woman

My core is unsettled.

Shifting fault lines
that tease and push against
the magma bubbling underneath.
Potential volcano,
but I’m trying to soothe the friction,
lower the pressure,
stop my tectonic plates from
Colliding.

I inhale, exhale
to bring my core back into Balance.
Standing tall,
focusing on the trees extending from my fingers,
the hills rolling over my hips,
the grasses swaying with my hair,
the clouds rising from my lips,
my core settling, settling…
…Am I settling?

Maybe an eruption is what I need.

 

via Daily Prompt: Core

The Conjuring

She added blood to fire,
sprinkling in the ocean’s tears,
and the feather from a phoenix’s tail.

Three rose thorns disappeared in the smoke,
two halves of an acorn followed,
and one black currant berry, ripe and juicy.

Hands now still at her sides
she closed her eyes and whispered
and formed the image in her mind.

A black paw scratched at her leg.
Smiling, the witch reached down
and picked up her conjured creation,
a little black kitten.

 

via Daily Prompt: Conjure

In a purple state of mind

Purple is the color of passion
shivers of anxiety racing through my nerves
action potentials firing off

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dendritic chaotic fractals spiraling out
every inch of my skin is pricked,
shocked,
the electricity looking for a way out

My amygdala spits out emotion like a nail gun
my heart and brain under attack
Purple, purple
leaks out my eyes
and sails the sound waves out my mouth
while my brain changes like a chameleon:
Excited magenta
Melancholy violet
Dark, stormy aubergine

Sizzling and boiling, something is cooking.

via Daily Prompt: Purple

Rumination

Rumination is an intoxicating drink
that makes you want to think and think and think
because maybe if I think enough I can solve this,
he will love me,
she will forgive me,
they will give me another chance.

Rumination, empty sensation,
a tangled knot that won’t unravel
no matter how much you tug on the string.

Rumination, hurricane of worry
with an Eye so calm the air is paralyzed,
while self-indulgent chaos destroys genuine action,
thoughts spiraling out and out
breaking connections.

Rumination, where obsession becomes your possession,
cherished and played with all day
while life is gradually swept away.

Let go of the spinning top
and let the momentum settle,
there is only so much you can do,
the rest is up to Them.

 

via Daily Prompt: Ruminate

We’re drying up

Like locusts swarming wheat,
they poured into the watering hole,
filling it up with their heaving, desperate bodies
and purging it of that precious liquid
that once lazily laid
in trenches, canals, channels,
soaking in its own molecules
indulging in its own wetness.

Now that once moisturized earth has chapped lips,
dry and cracked from drought
and overuse, misuse, and pollution
of her most precious resource.

 

via Daily Prompt: Swarm