Untitled. 3.15.18

“I’m okay.”

There was an edgy calmness to her voice, one that slipped through the cracks of old anxieties and filtered through the splintering stress of yesterday. That calmness seemed to swirl around her head and down her neck, encompassing her shoulders and breasts, wafting underneath her buttoned blouse through the slits between the rounded, plastic circles and nipped back up against her chin, tickling her as she spoke....

Okay

Beneath the disco lights
I thought this moment
was part
of many
more.

Popcorn in the carpet
Soda pop bubbling
Laughter in the lobby

Tickets to tear
and share...

RollerRink

This poem is for all those who pass through our lives (living on or truly passed away) and leave an impression of love, light, goodness, security.

With Me Now

Seeking love from crevasses, nooks and crannies, yet his eyes were on me all this time. 

https://thedaybetweenblog.com/2018/12/19/eyes-on-me/

Eyes On Me

It's that moment you realize that the pain and hurt are stories from your past that you have the ability to let go of. And the world will keep spinning and move forward in your favor.

https://thedaybetweenblog.com/2019/01/03/let-go/

Let Go

Relationships can seem nurturing, when in reality they are caustic and toxic.

I Didnt Stay

Among the Kikuyu of Kenya, it was believed that owls were harbingers of death. If one saw an owl or heard its hoot, someone was going to die. In general, owls are viewed as harbingers of bad luck, ill health, or death. The belief is widespread even today.

Barbara Powell