I’m restless tonight. It feels as if the very air is dancing. I try telling myself I won’t get the job. There were many other applicants. But the air particles don’t settle. Practicality will have to wait for tomorrow.
my dreams alight
with little promises
pulling the plug…
in your smile
Written for Carpe Diem #1537 Decay
The stillness of your anger scares me. I’ve had anger before. It’s hot, it boils, it wants to come up through your being and into the world. But your anger has no movement. It has no heat. Its shape is unknown.
This anger is a deep part of your being. You hide it from the world. You hide it inside, where your soul is. The seal may crack one day, and you will enter this world. You will walk among us. I pray that day never comes.
I wonder if raindrops have shadows. Everything has a shadow. The rain must have a shadow too. I think I’ve seen rain shadows once, in my garden, but now I’m not sure. I look for them every time it rains. Mostly I see only light and water. But sometimes – in the grass, on a wall – I see them. Rain shadows. And I know they’re there.
autumn comes ;
how handsome my garden looks
Written for Carpe Diem #1536 Autumn … the season
I have always loved the gentleness of stars. They are sharp clear things, full of intensity, but they never puncture. They never tear. Their twinkle is soft. When I end up among them I shall be safe.
all the geese
with their necks out
the hollow eyes
of a pumpkin lantern