possiblissities

A Realm of Sacred Joy

  • Earth

    Cinquain #22 I find Myself thinking on oceans: We have next to no understanding Earth is more ocean than anything else and Rafts and Cruise ships Are my big experience My knowing runs on slow measures Of ups and downs, sunburns, flying fish, oysters Drifting too Far off Or staying at edges Tide pools filled… Read more

  • Cinquain #21 Summer in Denver, Colorado’s afternoons couldn’t Be more specific. Lifeguards blew their Whistles and we were ordered out of water And poof! A thunderstorm. Us under the trampolines Learning how to flirt or playing Jacks, listening to the pounding rain, possibly hail Miracles that The frames Didn’t attract lightning, honestly. After 15 minutes… Read more

  • Hope

    CINQUAIN #20 I have Never had an attic Storage has been short but I Do imagine Pandora’s secret empty jar hides there Holding hope. Read more

  • Fast with Food

    CINQUAIN #19 I have A thing for chocolate A slight flirtation will strip me Down to no resistance, even as a gateway Fast food. Read more

  • Trust Truly

    Cinquain #18 Love is My work, but lately I have felt a challenge in My trust in this work. Maybe I am Supposed to… Report only On the facts and Sort through the files of honesty, Or perceptions like a detective searching for reasons I suffer Physically in This world. How can I trust love… Read more

  • Shaky

    Cinquain #17 Convulsions are A trip to unknown Territory. The only scoop is a Vague sense of nostalgia. Have I been here? Then it’s Gone and I am through a Loop of fractiles, a reach to Get on a better timeline than the one I’m on. If I Reach brighter there is a sense For… Read more

  • Junk

    Cinquain #16 Tomorrow is A better day for Junk, I always say as I Prepare for decluttering with great vigor as if It matters. Read more

  • Fudge Bucket

    Cinquain #15 Swearing won’t Fix it. I bet I fractured my rib Falling over the snake that bit Me, but I refuse to head over to ER again! I know All the nurses now And most of the Doctors and Nice as they are, it makes me feel I’m dying By small Steps that become… Read more

  • Saying Goodbye

    CINQUAIN #14 I can’t Think of what to Say because I hate goodbyes, Even when I am ready to leave them Truly yesterday. Read more

  • CINQUAIN #13 Finish begins With our first breath. From there I fell further into Curiosity about knowing less and less It is midway late, and I realize only Now I — Am I Getting younger? Satisfied that I do Not know everything and there is Nothing out of order when the wind blows Backwards from… Read more