PASSING THOUGHTS
My mind is on mortality
Watching someone I love fade away
Drifting too soon into memory
Why remains a mystery
Where is based on faith and trust
Tempering the grief
But unable to fill the gap
This passing will leave behind
PASSING THOUGHTS
My mind is on mortality
Watching someone I love fade away
Drifting too soon into memory
Why remains a mystery
Where is based on faith and trust
Tempering the grief
But unable to fill the gap
This passing will leave behind
I didn't think I would be posting this month--my muse was still on hiatus. Then today's post for Tara Lazar's Storystorm 2021 gave me the KITA I needed. You can read that post here: Amanda Davis Storystorm Post
Where are the needed
Words that sing what’s in my soul?
Gone fishing, I think.
I sit and ponder
But the well has stagnated,
Ideas now mud.
Can gloom be cast off?
Despondency scraped away?
A muse unshackled?
Divine a fresh well.
Massage your muse with new prompts.
Indulge inquiry.
Capture those rambles,
Leave no feral thought untapped.
Feel the words flowing.
My Christmas wish for you this year
Exchanges doubts for hope
Rejects divides too broad to span
Resets disrupted dreams and
Yearns to quell all worry and all fear.
Calls back failed courage
Heals a wounded soul
Restores faith to full strength
It banishes all shades of gray
Shines bright on what could be
There’s just one thing—
My Christmas wish . . . well, it depends on you
Adjusting, tweaking, ‘til you see
Silver threads beyond the muck.