possiblissities

A Realm of Sacred Joy

  • Trapped by 60

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST In this antique shop, my body stands,  A trap of treasures from bygone lands.  Black Mid-century chairs hung like a bell,  whispers of youth in their fiberglass shell.  Lava lamps glow, casting hynotizing dreams,  Lost in the haze of guitar streams.  Vinyl records spin, their melodies wail,  echoes of life in a… Read more

  • My Garden

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST In vibrant blooms, my garden brings,  Beauty alive where wildness clings.  Petals dance in harsh winds and flow,  Weeds, too, have circle moves to show.  Lavender whispers, aroma so bright,  In tangled growth, colors feel so right.  Containers, even broken, hug tales, lush and green,  It’s plenty work in every corner, weeds… Read more

  • Memory

    SAY THEIR NAMES In the hush that follows, a ghetto looms,  Tradition drips in echoes of pain,  Lives butchered, hopes extinguished,  The weight of a name, a heritage stained. Sacred oil flickers in the dark,  Each spark a memory, a story half told,  Voices celebrate light in the night,  Defiance woven in threads of gold.… Read more

  • Peaceful Resignation

    LANDAYS FOR AUGUST Spring Those first words, the first steps hinting At resignation. Babies growing… Summer Caps in the air, they soar like dreams,Mom’s smile shines bright, it went so fast, it seems. Autumn Boxes stacked high, a bittersweet chill,She whispers, “You’re ready,” as light wavers still. WinterAn ivory dance, love’s tender embrace,Mom lets go… Read more

  • New Job

    LANDAYS FOR AUGUST The morning sings,with the smell of leaf blowers,and mowers hum near,I wrestle with the sheets,dreams cling like shadows still. The morning hums,with the music of machines,cappuccino brews,I fight through heavy eyelidsdreams fade with each sip. The city calls,with the soundtrack of traffic,weather reports, sirens,I step into the chaos,ready to face the day. Read more

  • Ice Diamonds

    LANDAYS FOR AUGUST Being half-blind does not help a Cloud Surveyor, as the moisture turns loud. Wipers squeaking as they must and all. I’ve an eye for the ice diamonds ball. My puffy coat of steam keeps me warm While I slog for the Cloud Queen’s ol’ Carn. Trouble is growing in our Sky, The… Read more

  • No Longer

    LANDAYS FOR AUGUST Empty streets where their names fade,Ghosts of laughter, memories once laid. Once alive with vibrant sounds,now just silence and empty grounds. Fading signs and our crumbling walls,whispers of life’s inner curfew calls. Where the flowing river danced with light,Now that sun set? A new moon swallows night. Maps erased, a vacant space,Seizures… Read more

  • Apart

    LANDAYS FOR AUGUST In every pulse, our hearts entwine,  Stars whisper truths through electric lines.  Deepest roots reach to broken lives,  Nurturing stumps, learning to thrive!  Wings spread wide, they chart the sky,  By their sides, we learn to fly.  At the coffee table, we seem apart,  Yet souls entwined, we share our hearts.  An… Read more

  • Thirsty

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST   Silent dark in starlight falls a thief,cool as a glass of water, dreams begin to breathe. Galaxies whisper secrets in a fit,each a drop of promise, each without respite. Of cosmic ashes, new worlds are born,renewal in the void, I am  storm In the vast unknown, we reach for our gracewith… Read more

  • Weathered

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST So many beautiful women over age of the cosmology of youth The compassion of Mother looks out from a Temple of the Crone Wrinkles of wisdom, lovers still in darkness, through winter Mysterious even after blood has stopped running with the moon Worn stories told in rolled papyrus held Behind the veil… Read more