Is it love st first sight or something much deeper? A connection that perhaps spans centuries. A sense of fsmilairity that cannot be explained.
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The Tie That Binds
The tie binding usCleverly hides the frayedEdges of our existenceAs we continue darning the holes in a relationshipThat was over before it beganWe gather our troubles with easeBackstitching an appliquéOver the damaged fabric of our livesFacing the obvious with no biasGives us the strength to move onBefore this affair bursts at the seamCopyright © 2025ChristineContinue reading “The Tie That Binds”
Foundation of Sand
You cannot build on a foundation of sand
Zero Tolerance – A Quadrille
Zero Tolerance of bad behavior
Unwanted Change
What hope is there
when decency and kindness
are ignored
as civility and manners
turn inwards
Rights demanded without thought
to the responsibilities of those rights
Haiku for Healing
In the end there is always hope
Petals of Haiku – An Anthology Published by Literary Revelations
Back in the Spring when I was still on my leave of absence from blogging, Literary Revelations published Petals of Haiku, An Anthology and included four of my Haiku! It is a beautiful compilation of Haiku from poets around the world. The book is available on Amazon.com and is currently a best seller in the category.
Dancing With The Devil
Dancing with the Devil
a sadness envelops me
whenever I reminisce
beautiful memories
of far off places
promises made
and gifts given
wishes coming true
but cruelly snatched away
in a broken heartbeat
happiness turned to tears
at the snap of wicked fingers
because he could
I cry because
I know now
I was dancing with the devil
Ever-changing
Late afternoon clouds
tinged with
golden threads
of hidden sun
Silhouettes of
Whooping Cranes taking flight
Shadows elongated
into distorted shapes
Peace found in
images and sounds
Beginning to End
A face once smoothand creamy as alabasteris now lined and sallowspeckled with liver spotsand moles screaming to befree of the skinThe thick, dark hairhighlighting burnt siennabecomes thinning and whiteOnce tight skin was stretchedover strong muscular limbsNow, no longer defying gravityit hangs in crepe foldsas the body loses the density of boneSoon the cycle will endAshesContinue reading “Beginning to End”
Poetry For Healing 