Creation’s Chaos

Creation’s ChaosVoices fall from the night sky, a chorale of invisible comets disguised as bone and wax,splashing over the landscape, hopeful as sleeping seeds windblown into creation’s chaos,searching eyes balanced between luck and inevitability. Nursing a tender center desperate for escape, it flings itself outward, buoyant for one more day.If you listen it becomes a … More Creation’s Chaos

Clipped Wings

It’s Prosery Monday at dVerse Poetry Pub. Today Merril challenges us to write a prose piece of no more than 144 words including the following quote: “I am bombarded yet I stand.”From Adrienne Rich, “Planetarium” My piece is titled “Clipped Wings”. Your ceramic bird fell and shattered like our dreams of a long, shared life. … More Clipped Wings