Out of Dust

November 14, 2016November 14, 2016Vonita 11 Comments

Out of dust

Beauty arises

Flashing color

Full of glamour

Rising sun

Watching moon

Tomorrow –

More dust.

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Electric Dreams (because Dreams!)

November 14, 2016November 14, 2016Vonita 1 Comment

I only knew you for a while
I never saw your smile
Till it was time to go
Time to go away (time to go away)

Sometimes its hard to recognise
But comes as a surprise
And its too late
It’s just to late to stay (to late to stay)

We’ll always be together
However far it seems (love never ends)
We’ll always be together
Together in electric dreams

Because of the friendship that you gave
Has taught me to be brave
No matter where I go
I’ll never find a better prize (find a better prize)

summer arriving

November 14, 2016Vonita 8 Comments

tangerine rose in bloom

buzzing of working bees

a soft delicate petal

fragrance of the flower

iced tea with honey

hopeful and inspired

Playing Dead

November 13, 2016November 13, 2016Vonita Leave a comment

My bed is the only place I want to be

So I’ll put a pillow over my head

And be alone in my dark mood

If anyone is looking for me

I am playing dead

(And after that, I will roll up my sleeves and learn Angular2. Because I can.)

Safety

November 13, 2016Vonita 2 Comments

I turn to the sun and see brightness and light

I look within and feel courage and life

In the depths of despair I will hold out my arms

And gently be lifted from the dark well surrounds

To the higher, brighter, sun-drenched place

Of life, and light, and safety

I dreamt of my mother

November 13, 2016Vonita 4 Comments

I dreamt of my mother. She was alive – just been missing awhile. She came back, to a world that had changed.

My mother, why did you go? Leaving me young and alone? Facing the future, struggles unknown.

I dream and I pray. For my mother who cared. But after I wake, the dreams fade and die.

OR

November 12, 2016Vonita 22 Comments

When facing adversity, we have a choice. We can either shrink. Make ourselves smaller. And more miserable. And a monster to be around.

We can roll up our sleeves and get to work. Do what needs to be done. Look above the situation. Not directly into and below it. Lift those eyes. And rise. Do it. For yourself.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/or/

Wrong side of the bed

November 12, 2016Vonita 4 Comments

I fell asleep last night with something bothering me. It echoed in my dreams. It is still bothering me. And I am grumpy. And a monster. There is nothing for my mood. Except this song. I’ll have a piece of him, yes please, and thank you.