
My hair’s been irritating me for a while, and no chance to get to a hairdresser. So this evening my fingers were really itchy and before I knew it my hair was chopped!
Yay me, and it feels so good ✂️

My hair’s been irritating me for a while, and no chance to get to a hairdresser. So this evening my fingers were really itchy and before I knew it my hair was chopped!
Yay me, and it feels so good ✂️
When I least expected change,
Change turned my life around.
My prayers had ceased, I had
Made peace with fading dreams.
My dreams were dead, my hope
Was lost, my faith was gone.
But with the certainty of
Rising sun and dying night –
The only thing predictable
Is life’s unpredictability.

Nighthawks by Edward Hopper, 1942. Public Domain
Decisions of mine
Every choice I have made
Have all led me here
A silent moment
Alone, having company
Contemplating me
There is no escape!
Wondering what could have been
No door can I see
I long for release!
Echoes of a distant me
Dreaming silently

I dreamt that you were drowning
And there was no way to rescue
I wished that I could save you
But I stood on shaky ground
I wanted you to live
I prayed for your sweet breath
And when I woke I discovered
Your beating heart dead still –
Dreams were no longer dreams
And a nightmare was real
Tear drops and rain
Run down my face
Leaving me in the
Freezing cold, dark
Umbrella offering
The only shelter
From the storm raging
Outside and within

Blueberry balloon
Burst of bubble-wrapped goodness
So berrylicious
Angel of light
Angel so bright
Delicate wings
Whispering dreams
Watch over me
Watch over mine
Keep us safe until
Our journey’s fate
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Journey.”

Everywhere I am looking
And I cannot find you anywhere
And when I stop looking
You find me
The clouds are hanging heavy and low
Like a curtain hiding the guest of the show
The star of the day – our sun and our light
Is held captive, dimming our sight
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/guest/
I hear voices
In my dreams
And when I wake
Voices soft
And voices still
Voices laughing
Voices shrill
I hold out my hands
To have but a touch
Of voices on surround
But as I do
The voices fade
Into darkness
Leaving me
On my own
Alone