One Lined Poem

Liminal Space

the beginning, too far to remember and the ending, nowhere in sight, I’m torn between…

I’m slow but I still follow you, just a few steps behind — Don’t wait for me, I’ll catch up with you eventually.

Nice prompt, Terijo. Thank you.

Legs planted firmly, she raised her hands and proclaimed “Strike me down if it pleases thee! But thou I see, my fear, and thou I set free!”

Wants or Needs?

I want money, I want fame; in the end, I just need a friend.

Hope graces me from above and the water resonates with the light; I gladly step into the calm, no longer running or…

Fires from the sky lighting my way, as I walk on this path, this meandering path, this long meandering path destined…

Thaw your heart for me, to set bright flowers, cheerful birds and shy squirrels in our spring of love!

I stroll — alone — on this path, enticed by the lingering promises,of fulfillment, of passion, of joy

“Beauty, my son, is in the eye of beholder,” she said, “where you’ll also find eye gunk.”