A Heart of Emerald

RoBIN gave me this prompt unintentionally.


God has given her a heart of emerald
She became the purveyor of love and hope
People wallow in despair
She sees through the fog
carries hope in darkness
speaks the future and truths


heart leaf green shadow play
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Thoughts on Old Photos VII

In darkness, I long for the light
In chaos, I long for the peace
In despair, I long for the angel’s wings


Photographed by David Mane

Yellow – The Colour Collection

She painted her nails in yellow
like the daisies thrive in desert

She painted her toes in yellow
like the sunflowers bloom on the beach

Her heart filled with sunshine
and the hope of forever green



Laurel hedge labyrinth

luscious green panes lead
to the heart of surrender
it hears all the secrets
like a priest listens to confession

follow the Laurel screens
to the labyrinth’s core
lay down all burdens, shame and guilt
like an arctic fox
senses the coming of spring
to shed its fur

the chance of retracing the steps
with renewed hope
a new beginning
a new spirit
a new life

A 365 day dream

I had two dreams
never thought they would come true
for I did not know one led to another

I had lived in a slumber for so long
never knew I held the key to these dreams
so I was stuck on the detour to nowhere

I was dying of exhaustion
desperately seeking a spring
to continue on the winding road

at the beginning of the 365 day journey
everyday life aroused no emotions in me
all I could manage was
to do the only thing that would
bring me relief to this numbness
I poured out my daydreams on paper

I am halfway to the end of the 365 day journey
the tingling in my brain
the restless finger tapping
the nourishment from the spring
living my dreams day and night

at the end of the 365 day milestone
skipping down the dream pathway
the key around my neck
to the sunlit conscious tomorrows

7 Years

House is sold at the fall of the hammer
I secretly wish I would experience
a rush of sadness for losing a home

I PET scanned my brain hoping to detect
any remembrance more than an empty shell
with forced smiles

all the eggshells I have walked on
turned into ashes scattering in the garden
feeding the bird of paradise

7 Christmases of opening gifts of unimportance
7 Easters of egg hunt for children’s laughter
7 years of prayer and supplication

House is sold at the fall of the hammer
a weight has fallen off my shoulder
the crown stripped off the prince’s head

There is such thing


You made me from your visions and dreams
before you knew me
I was only an optical illusion

I came like a dandelion
rootless and forever wandering
home was never a destination

Then we laid eyes on each other
my fragmentation jigsawed into your reality
your brokenness assembled into my habitation

When the music starts
let’s waltz away to
our life
our home
in absolute