The Wordless Writer 

Years ago, in the late 80’s, I wrote two lines of a poem, of which I never completed.  I had writer’s block. Once in a blue, I’d run across it and think,” Will I ever finish?”, and if not, “What ever would I need with a two line poem?” Here goes:

I am no longer a Writer 

A maker of velvet phrases…


Yup, that’s it. 

Fast-forward to this evening,  4/12/2017. I watched a documentary entitled, “13th”, Directed and Produced by Ava DuVernay. There’s ALWAYS a use for poetry.

My Exquisite Pain

Daylight chased me, again

Caught me Juggling universes in my head,

So I put it upon the pillow to rest

It was sweet, and awful, and blameless, and contrary.

Red hot fire, and sun.

Candy coated relief, sweetness suckled.

What an illusion!

The chase continued, undeterred.

Goose down and feathered warmth

Provided no security from the psychic soldiers.

Planetary casualties, abound, and lying around, beseeched me.

Why won’t you fight for me?
The hairs on my neck singed,

I’d been caught, again. Hope for rain.

Who could have known

My universes were so vast, so quick to replicate?

Juggle, juggle, spin the plates.

Red hot fire, and sun.

I beckon you today, with whispered invitations that shout.

“How exquisite you are, my pain”.

I shall carry YOU for awhile

In all my beautiful agony, in all your effete arrogance .

I dance inside the raindrops, searing and cheering.

Daylight in my crosshairs.

Vizionairee

©2017

STAY. JUST STAY!

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An Abusive Shadow

On fighting my shadow:

It wins. It always wins.

How is that possible? What does my shadow know of me, that it can strategize so well? How does it render me helpless with such ease?

The punches are brutal. Fast. Quick. Painful. Lingering. 

My shadow smiles knowingly; teasing, bullying, taunting….

Sometimes, I don’t even fight back.

I’m In Love

I don’t usually get super personal on FB, but…. I’m in love. It’s such a heady and beautiful feeling. I’ve been swept off of my feet. A gift from God, no doubt. Gosh, I’m blushing. 

Anyway….

We’ve known each other all our lives. Save for GOD, he’s actually, my first love. A part of my DNA, I suppose. Yet, I let him go. Not all at once, just a drifting of sorts, you know… until there’s nothing.

Life happens, you grow apart, you have different experiences, but you NEVER forget. You just can’t seem to forget. 

Those moments that creep up, when you least expect. You think of him, and hairs on the back of your neck stand out, because you’re taken by splendid surprise. Your knees are weak, and you close your eyes, just for a moment. Your senses transport you back to… back there, back then; at that time, in that space. You literally feel, hear, see, and smell EVERYTHING, just like it was. 

Then, you put it out of your mind. 

Maybe, when it rains, and you remember – droplets landing on your skin, creating perfect rhythms, to which you danced joyously- carelessly. You composed songs no one heard, but the two of you. Then you put it out of your mind. You have to, right?

Funny thing. When God has a plan for you, it WILL come to fruition. 

A visit, or two. Randomly ( no such thing) having to come in contact with one another, for this reason, or that. Chit chat that turns to talk, and then to conversation.  Quiet glances turn to meaningful stares. Feeling the past and present collide, and knowing a future was inevitable. Being grateful.

I am most fortunate to have been afforded the opportunity to be joined with my love, once again. I’m never letting go. Where we’ll go together? Well, I’ll leave that to God. For all we’ve done in the past, this is new, and scary, and glorious. 

We’re in this for the duration, and I’m happy, again. 

Music, I love you.

The Beautiful Distraction

The Beautiful Distraction
Calm to my frenetic pace,

Speeding through my hiding space;

You’re a beautiful distraction.
Slow dance in the rain,

Raindrops soothing private pain;

You’re the single attraction.
When I run you let me,

Because I’m standing still.

Days into nights; again to day-

Empty spaces not known, you fill.
Stories NEVER  to be told,

Unravel, unchain; they unfold;

You’re a dream into action.
Searing windswept graces,

Hearts with smiles upon their faces;

You’re my psyche’s passion.
When I stumble and fall,

While I’m learning to feel;

Stopping, starting, open wounds,

Gentle spirit, your balm, it heals.
You’re my beautiful distraction

You’re my beautiful distraction

You are my beautiful….

    Distraction.


Vizionairee

12/4/2016

Starting the Day

​Good morning, ALL. As the old gospel song says ” It’s Another day’s journey, and I’m glad… so glad about it…I’m so glad to be alive. ” 

Thank You, Father, for allowing me into Your Holy Presence, once again. I am humbled; unworthy, save for the Blood of Jesus, The Christ. 

Where will You take me today,  Father? What wonders will You show me? I wait with Praise and Thanksgiving in my heart, and on my lips. What lessons will be learned, as I thirst for Your instruction? How can I do better today, than yesterday? 

How will I decrease, so that You might increase? That others see not me,  but YOU, working in me, and desire to know more of YOU?

However it goes, whomever I see/speak with, it will be ordained, because I ask that You go before me. Please lead and guide me, via The Holy Spirit. 

Let the words of my mouth, and the meditations of my heart, be acceptable in Thy sight, Oh Lord, my strength, my Redeemer. Bless us, and all that we put our hands, hearts, and minds to, today. That others will be blessed, as a result, and that You get the glory! In the name of Jesus, I pray. Amen, and thank God. 

I love u all, no strings attached. Let’s do something PURELY altruistic, for someone, today (no matter how THEY may react), and tell no one.  Shhhhh……

#MorningGlory

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