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,
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,
I’m glad I made it
Daily Prompt: Redolent
My core is unsettled.
Shifting fault lines
that tease and push against
the magma bubbling underneath.
but I’m trying to soothe the friction,
lower the pressure,
stop my tectonic plates from
I inhale, exhale
to bring my core back into Balance.
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
delicately dancing through the universe
Her power emanates from within
that pulls eyes and minds to her.
Graceful gravity before an audience in awe
across the dark stage,
nuclear fusion at her core
radiating light onto her viewers.
via Daily Prompt: Astral
Photo by Darrel Summers.
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
burn like stomach acid
when you’ve thrown up.
Even with them out of your system,
a rancid taste lingers in your mouth.
Your stomach is empty and hungry,
begging to be filled.
But while it may be quick and easy
to fill it with chips and cookies,
only a nourishing meal
will truly satiate it.
So you wash and peel and chop the vegetables,
grease the frying pan,
throw down some garlic and spices,
listen for that sensuous sizzle before
adding zucchini, red peppers, broccoli, tomatoes,
while in the other pot you have rice cooking,
and in another pan a fat fillet of salmon
needing to be turned over,
lemon juice squeezed,
black pepper ground.
Time and effort pay off
and deliver you a meal that satisfies all your senses.
Time and effort make you forget
that rancid meat
that looked so appetizing on the surface,
so delectable to chew,
but once inside you,
Time and effort bring friends into your life
who are nourishing,
Purple is the color of passion
shivers of anxiety racing through my nerves
action potentials firing off
dendritic chaotic fractals spiraling out
every inch of my skin is pricked,
the electricity looking for a way out
My amygdala spits out emotion like a nail gun
my heart and brain under attack
leaks out my eyes
and sails the sound waves out my mouth
while my brain changes like a chameleon:
Dark, stormy aubergine
Sizzling and boiling, something is cooking.
via Daily Prompt: Purple
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
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