Stream of Consciousness

Spring's Return
The Earth cracks open Flowers fill the once frozen void Spring has Returned
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Soldier's Song
He’s been fighting an uphill battle Since the day that he was born In a war that wasn’t his intention It was passed down to him
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Actual tears
Assumed falseness is something to be aware of. If the act of pain is unworthy of acceptance, why are we? Something triggers me as my tupperware snaps together.
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
Somewhere
Sunshined daydreams Sunstreaked fantasies Hilltop sanctuary Sunkissed visions Sun-drenched musings Cloud-speckled haven
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Flight Path
You already have permission. 😇
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
The Elephant & The Rope
The Elephant and the Rope "As my friend was passing the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from the ropes they were tied to but for some reason, they did not. My friend saw a trainer nearby and asked why these beautiful, magnificent animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Trapped
Surrounded, strapped, so closely supervised. Executive functions taking charge of much greater things beyond earthly matters.
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
Musical Power
All alone in a room full of strangers Aliases dressed up in Colored balloons Barking warnings of impending danger Masquerades run by paraded buffoons
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Personal Point of View
Anything can happen in the lion’s den, when the tormentor is big, then we feel smaller. All brawn, no brains. Physical world wears us down.
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
The Jury Is In
When content becomes malignant And the footing has been lost Fingerprints are mostly water Water corrodes and metals rust
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The Concrete Chair
Adroit affections to construct a false tether Doesn't think you'll test it. +++ As someone who has always been involved with horses, I can say that this photo is the goal of all horse trainers.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
You Were Never Here
in between— places that never let you in, beds that shake you off like dust, that swallow warmth before it sets, like a body rejecting the transplant.
By Iris Obscura2 years ago in Poets