Sun Set Sunday

Sunny Window Sunday

Wholly-Wolly, Howly-Owly, Wednesday

 

 

Moonbeam Dreaming, Monday Meaning

The Moonbeam

Into the frozen darkness

A shaft of blue

Fingered the walls

Silently crawled

Soft edged up the bed

Bathed the sleeper in its shroud

Kissed her head

Lingered for a moment or two

Closed her eyes

And ere its silken sheet withdrew

Caught her sigh.

REMEMBRANCE

"The correct response is silence"

Resurrections

It’s been a long time

Since I heard your voice

Ringing in my head –

A long time

Since the sky caved in

Announcing you were dead.

I welcome you but warily,

Fearing what you’ll say.

Gradually I’m comforted; assured –

You’re but a thought away.

Our daily vow through kinship changes

And just as when you were living;

Few seldom see our ranges

But we remain for giving.

Copyright WildeHeads

Saturday Senses

The Legacy

Though I don’t fully understand

I am proud of you;

Though you feel burdened by my expectations;

Despise my authority as having no worth or foundation,

Defy my demands on you as being irrelevant to your world –

Other worldly –

You are so like me.

You, my child are my legacy;

A future for this family;

In my image shaking

A product of my making;

In you I wanted to create

A better version than of late.

Copyright Mel Dixon

Eleven Eleven Eleven

Is This Love

Is this love that courts disaster

Spouts its woes and grievance shares

And in deceit claims be master

Over foulest vice and cares.

Is this poison that spills its gasping

Pouts its anger and feeds on glares

And in consumption fills its asking

Matching blows with artful flares.

Is this wisdom that speeds faster

Shouts its pain and sorrow wears

Lies and hits on poorer bastards

Salting sores that it still bears.

It is reason that shines past masking

Flaunts its gauntlet and risks its fares

And in its colours muted asking

Turns triumphant as its dares.

Copyright WildeHeads

Saturday Sparkers

Fragmentary Friday