a sprinkle of faith

Category: writing

  • Pigeon Play

    Pigeon Play

    Aristocratic urbanite,  Invisible ruler of the air, City dwellers and sophisticates, Ne’er concede that you are there. Peristeronic transient,  Lurking in the shadows,  ‘Neath the underpass. An epicurean scavenger, Devouring feasts, Foraged from the mass. Metaphoric peregrine, Prophetic symbol,  Sent from above. Your ancient meaning,  Oft misconstrued, Luminous messenger, Of luck . . . And…

  • CoLoReVolvE

    CoLoReVolvE

    It’s official. The world revolves. Or is it evolves? For the last four and one-half months, I can literally use my fingers to count the number of times I’ve left the house to do something fun, interesting, or worthwhile. It wasn’t until the past month or so that the situation started to affect my mental…

  • Love’s Poetry

    Love’s Poetry

    Nuances. The rhythm slows, Lights flicker, A room once bright, Is now dimly lit. Hearts ache, Bittersweet, The pieces laid out,  Never seem to fit. The clock races, Time stands still, A story ends, But will never quit. Weekend Writing Challenge: NuanceWord Count: 38 Image by Myriam Zilles from Pixabay

  • In my Dreams

    In my Dreams

    Stargazer, Romanticist, Wishful thoughts and schemes. Nonconformist, Wanderer, I’ll see you in my dreams. Composite image and poem written for RDP Wednesday: Nefelibata Portuguese in origin, derived from “nefele” (cloud) and “batha” (a place to walk), it literally translates to “cloudwalker.” Noun – daydreamer; a person lost in imagination; an unorthodox person who doesn’t abide…

  • Coloring: Day 2

    Coloring: Day 2

    I’ve never been able to help the fact that I’m easily amused. I’m extremely grateful for this fact—especially during these past few days (or weeks, or months)—when it’s so easy to be moody. I know that my coloring projects aren’t “originals” but they are dear to me nonetheless, so I’m going to share them damn…

  • Rise Above

    Rise Above

    Everything is fleeting. Whether big or small, Good or bad, Right or wrong, Happy or sad, Life is ever changing. You can still fly, You just need to flap a little harder. And once you rise above, The wind will catch your wings, And you will soar.