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  • Disappearing Spot

    In response to bwarren’s Sunday Whirl Wordle #72

    Faith beats within a shattered heart
    blood slipping down the ragged edges
    Shame peaks out beneath the fringe
    of ruby red droplets staining a spirit pure

    Roosted deep within a soul
    a tiny orb of hope remains
    Willing to rush back towards the pain
    at the mere mention of a name

    A spot along the rugged strip of life
    diluted by longing and tears
    Slowly dissipates into the unending
    and timeless void of the universe

  • When …

    Picture Created by: Tim Paulawitz | Credit: Getty Images/iStockphoto

    When a second is a lifetime
    and a minute becomes eternity
    When hurt becomes an ache
    and turns into unbearable pain

    When dusk becomes an endless night
    a void with no end in sight
    When the gentle rays of the sun
    become a blistering heat-filled menace

    When time has no meaning
    until time ceases to pass
    When truth becomes a lie
    and the lie a solemn truth

    When falsehoods and greed come first
    before honesty and human compassion
    When love for one is more
    than the love received in turn

    When buildings and structures devour
    the natural treasure of Mother Earth
    When man no longer cares
    what happens to his kindred and kind

    When all becomes lost
    and man’s time has gone away
    Is when Mother Earth herself,
    will shed tears and wonder why

  • Featured Author!

    So very humbled and honored to be included in the list of featured authors for Edge of Humanities one year anniversary event!

  • Fringe

    Photograph courtesy of https://www.templeandwebster.com.au/Ariadne-Fringed-Beach-Umbrella-MLOD1030.html

    Out on the fringe
    hanging still
    very quiet

    A tempest wind
    blows through
    fringe dances in the breeze

    Too soon the wind
    goes away and
    fringe returns to stillness

  • Doors

    In response to bwarren’s Sunday Whirl Wordle #718

    Debris lay at her roots
    a prophecy realized
    the last story
    mirrored in voices
    echoing from the past

    Doors emerge
    a pathway leads
    the traveler through
    time and history
    into the present day

    Distant thunder
    marks the riff
    where lightening
    split the barrier
    between good and evil

  • Independence

    Picture courtesy of shutterstock.com

    Doctors appointments
    ongoing tiresome things
    It’s what happens
    at a certain age

    Procedures ordered
    medication prescribed
    Makes an old woman
    want to run away and hide

    Others ride in twos or threes
    though through it all I ride alone
    I notice those who walk hand in hand
    out here I am on my own

    Independent and free
    by choice or not
    Fate has deemed this
    to be my lot

  • Spoke to the Sea

    Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    I spoke with the Sea today
    and she talked with me
    Old friends together again
    basking in the warm summer sun

    Her waves so tranquil and calm
    a lovely balm to the pain
    Of never seeing you again
    the Sea called to me

    Upon her shore I sat down
    legs stretched out in the sand
    Her water lapped at my toes
    as I could no longer stand

    Age has begun to reclaim
    my bones – my skin and my brain
    But the Sea I remember well
    and the Sea remembers me

    Be still she whispered to me
    let my sand a bed for you be
    Close your eyes and rest for a while
    and I’ll carry you home



  • If I Wish

    Picture courtesy of iStockphoto.com

    .….. upon a star
    would it take me
    where you are

    would it turn back
    the hands of time
    put us on a different track

    could it maybe make it so
    together our lovely
    gardens would grow

    should that brilliant shining star
    find my wish as it flies above
    through the sky and up so far

    together we would … could soon be
    should that star grant this earnest wish
    you and I together and living free



  • Reaching

    Picture courtesy of Adobe Stock

    One pulls away
    the other moves forward
    reaching

    A back is turned
    a hand thrown out
    reaching

    Fingers stretch
    across the miles
    reaching

    A heart turns cold
    a soul cries out
    beseeching

  • Inside Ocracoke Lighthouse

    Picture by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Ocracoke Lighthouse, NC

    Picture by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris