The flow

If I had a single piece of advice to share with a writer, it would be this. When you find your flow, never let it go.

The flow is when you find your words  are writing themselves, your thoughts are flowing effortlessly through your fingertips. You find that your reading something you never believed you could write.

Unfortunately,my flow has a mind of its own. Sporadic, and frustratingly unpredictable, I  often have to jump through hoops to get it back. This is one of those times. 

So tonight I shall read, sleep, and dream in living color, hoping tomorrow I've recaptured my flow.

Wish me luck!!! 

Outside in

Diluted words from a pre-dawn flow..... 

I barely recognized him.....his frail skeletal body hunched over a long polished table working on something I couldn't make out. In my mind, I could visualize the man he used to be. Strong, beautiful, nearly perfect in my eyes. Nearly perfect in his own. I found it painful to watch, but could not tear my eyes away. His crippled hand painstakingly maneuvering the pen in small, meticulous increments, his oversized glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose.
Stripped of the external beauty of his youth, he now bathed in the light of his hard earned wisdom. Stripped of vanity, he'd learned to face the flaws of his own humanity, so finally his internal beauty could shine through.

The Poet

The Poet

Touched by the honesty his words reveal, she's commits them to memory. Sweet and rare as vintage wine she's intoxicated by his poetic proclivity. She yearns to be a part of his world, simple, unpretentious, a world that no longer exists. As she reads on, she can almost feel his presence, the warmth of his breath, feather light touch of his fingers caressing her cheek; A tear escapes. Separated by centuries, the two shall never meet face to face, but the purity and passion of his words will etched into her soul for eternity. The poet's words cannot be diminished even by the heavy hand of time.

Scary News

                                                  Today I received scary news.

Numb,  I stare blankly at random shadows flickering against my shades in the fading afternoon sun. A moment ago, everything was normal.....but now....

I swallow deeply as if this will somehow help me to absorb the unwanted information. My heart plunges into the pit of my stomach, then lodges its way into my throat, I'm nauseous.

I search for an reasonable response, but "Jesus" is all I can manage.

I can't face her, or even talk to her. I can't imagine my life without her in it. I know my fear is irrational and and selfish and.... I'm angered by it. So.....

I breathe deeply, and do the only thing I know to do.

Pray.

Dear God, please help me to overcome my fear, and find strength to be the person she will need me to be. 

Illusion

 

Illusion

Whimsical, glorious, fanciful you
illusory gifts you cast into their arms
warming their hearts with a perceived benevolence
you make them believe

Whimsical, glorious, fanciful you
protecting your pretense with locks and with keys
your display of sincerity a sparkling jewel
You gain their trust

Whimsical, glorious, fanciful you
With a princess-like glory you sit on your throne
collecting the spoils you bought with your soul
Not yet aware your illusion will fall

You

     

I was in the city, You were there, and it made my heart smile. It didn't matter the reason, as my heart always smiles when you're near. We talked, our words flowed easy as they have a habit of doing. We ran a gamut of subjects.....then we touched upon your father. You had so much to say, the emotions gushed out....a side of you I'd never seen.  Tears streamed, your voice cracked, spewing a jumble of words that could only really be understood by you. I could feel your pain, your fear.... I ached with helplessness, not knowing how to comfort you.....

It was time to move on. We both had things we needed to do, people to meet. You said you were hungry, together we walked to your car. I begged you to find a way to let me know you were alright. Now, the tears were in my eyes. I'll send the message in a book, you promised. We both smiled. 

I woke up, tears still in my eyes, making me realize that I'm much more concerned that I realized. So, I will say to you, as I said in my dream, please let me know that you're alright.

The Secret Chapters

The solemnity of silence was broken by the squeak of the old wooden door. Arm in arm they tiptoed into the darkened room clinging to each other for balance. The air was stale; reeking of residual loneliness, but they did not notice. They'd forgotten how to breathe.

The journal immediately caught their eye. Dread, gripping at their souls like the devil himself, disabled their limbs, causing them to collapse into each other. It was time, they knew, and together they reached for the forbidden book.

Collective tears poured like rain, rippling pages and conveying thoughts that grieving tongues dare not utter.

To love someone so much, to know so little....

If only they'd known about the secret chapters.....