Second week of December It is forty degrees This December it now rains Thankful I still see Whilst I look through these old windows To watch December rain Why must my ears ring so loudly? They hear not the rain My silence, there is no silence Not hearing the rain Falling like the tears from […]
Today she finds yet another painful lump under her skin along with another painful lymph node. Today is yet another day like too many of which she peels away all four patches of an electrical nerve stimulator. Today is one too many a day of the typical, morning in which she wakes, swallows a lot […]
But oh, Do not those of us who are wise know? We would rather not know of some things. Some things we are better off not knowing. Prey, tell? What about those things we learn that we do not wonder of? The realities of the prices paid without hope, faith, and Divine Love What of […]
In a landfill of distraction So full of meaningless attraction Clear the clutter away Detain every moment Seek and arrest that which will not stay Remnants of memories sublime Are like sands in the hourglass Slowly slipping away with time To age-old change, reluctantly give in The best of memories slowly wearing thin Look long […]
Such high expectation of you A feeble moment A knock at a door never answered This I have come to expect All Rights Reserved In essence I should have known I just thought that I Well I didn’t think it would hurt to try I led myself to believe a lie I guess I … […]
1:01 a.m the night is strangely still. I lie awake listening to the song of the night owl calling outside my bedroom window In repetition the night owl is calling, calling, calling I have not heard my name Yet I am not listening for it Night… owl… Good… night owl – Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin […]
Long, strong silver and gray, gray and silver you come, un-announced, for now, you are un-welcomed a flip, a toss, salt and pepper. A flip, a toss your buried, hidden, but not for long. Now there is almost no hiding your shimmer. Will you look good on me when stronger in number? Will it be […]
At 1:15 a.m. I received the first part of this piece, tomorrow, from my Son Auroiah. The second part, today, is what I wrote back in response. Long parted out text messages turned out a good piece of writing, did they not?
I’m proud my kids are creative like me. 😉 Thanks Son!
My blood runs colder With every written word For my creativity is somehow stifled And the voice in my writing Goes for now un heard I get a real strong chill When my soulful creativity I cannot fulfill My soulful creativity is like a contract to which I am bound But now I find […]