Blood and Mud The lines are not clean no clear space between the black and the white but a muddy chaos rising in the blood talking heads would tell you there is one sole path one sole faith to guide every step denying the many names of gods turning their backs on empathy and love … Continue reading Blood and Mud
love
Love Is Not a Poem
On love
Hamsa
Hamsa We fall under the gaze of so many eyes ready to cast judgment ready to mark our time ready to clock our actions with authoritarian bearing - But the gaze is harmless the judgment without force simply observation a bark without bite meant to sway and intimidate - We stand, protected immune to evil’s … Continue reading Hamsa
Anointed
Photo by Karolina Grabowska on Pexels.com We never ask for uniformity finding pleasure in the flaws the ripples racing across cool surfaces taking us elsewhere with a smooth touch candles burning low and incense a memory upon the air genuflection and novenas statues and silence a door that closes at the whim of hatred while … Continue reading Anointed
Queen Elizabeth II #FridayPhilosophy
“Grief is the price we pay for love.” - Queen Elizabeth II
Rainbows
With clear eyes our hearts can see at last love is all around us when we hold it within ~ Caroline A. Slee
Fleur #wwwblogs
A daily visit Like a prayer Coming on the first touch of dawn Winging in on an open heart Both talisman and benediction A swift omen With a light touch And a flash of joy A reminder Of love ~ Caroline A. Slee
The Moon and the Tides
It once was a simple love story As if we could say such things are ever simple The sky and the sea Endlessly stretching towards each other In a just-missed embrace But simple always evolves As love does the same: A living being driven to survive Until the moon and the tides Declared themselves in … Continue reading The Moon and the Tides
Unforgiving #MondayBlogs
They hide Their dessicated hearts Behind a book Speaking venom With a smile Quick to levy blame On others Casting ill will Upon love They forget The power they assign When they scream That I am sin I am the flood I am the storm The earth trembles Where I stand No more And no … Continue reading Unforgiving #MondayBlogs
Tradition
We remember a martyr Who lived compassion With romance And chocolate And the trappings of love We see on silver screens Not the quiet everyday Of comfortable mornings Nor the silliness Of midnight dances As children pile into bed It is not the love we know That is recognized with glamour And public declarations But … Continue reading Tradition