All posts tagged poem

Fire Reflex

Fire.

At heart, I have always been a pyromaniac. Fire is comforting on so many levels. It provides warmth and light, both can be harnessed to make many other things possible.

Pacing

Waiting Room

Hospital waiting rooms are the absolute worst. The chairs are dreadfully uncomfortable. The vending machine food inedible. The droning of the television cannot drown out the silence from the nurse’s station. What are you supposed to do?

The Picture Window

Green Kaleidoscope

The entire world is made up of perspectives. What you see one way, another may not see at all. Their perspective may be opposite yours, despite looking at the same object. Have you ever considered the object’s perspective?

Impish Ride

Mantra has been misbehaving as of late. She is unhappy with the cut to two posts (at most) per day. There has been little room for her shenanigans on the blog. Her notebook is getting filled with sometimes as many as three scribblings in a day. To give the petulant pixie a break, I offer […]

Muse for Monday

  Each of us have one now. Many of us have had so many, it is hard to keep them all in one place. Some we have lost. Others we have broken. What do they do to us?