Dancing Whispers Looking through a looking glass every now and then, I see a flourishing green acreage, we once called home. With children playing yard games to the yellow yard light and fireflies blinking lights in clear glass mason jars never to roam. Playing hide and seek and Red Rover-Red Rover: Those are the times I’D LIKE TO LIVE OVER… A brand-new prefab home sits there instead. The house in ruins— torn down, not even a single bed… No place to lay my weary head. There’s no revolving door anymore, no treasure kept within from before. It’s just you’ve been gone so long, and, in this life, we carry on. I tarry not here too long missing you all, the way that I do. But these thoughts fill up my head. So, I write them down instead. Hoping they’ll dance telepathically to you… But carry on, I will! Looking for you on a merry lush green hill, skipping along on a clearly marked gravel trail, I’m staring into the brightest tangerine sun praying on bended knee ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry