I make my way
through painted forests
and follow the path

of the rising light,
as it twists and turns
behind tremulous trees,

I fall to my knees

and examine
old ground

still teeming
with life

still rooted
in dreams.

Written for Poetics Tuesday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Mish hosts and introduces us to Ukrainian artist, Vika Muse. Mish writes: “During this unfathomable yet very real situation in her homeland, let us bask in the light of her artistry and be a reflection of light with our words.”

The work of Vika Muse can be found on Instagram at @get.muse and is featured on the website http://www.inprnt.com 

For those who aren’t on twitter and haven’t heard, my cousin, who is just 52, was diagnosed with ovarian cancer a short time ago. She is currently in ICU after enduring multiple blood clots and then a rare reaction to her blood thinner.

I am amazed that it took her doctors so long to give her a proper diagnosis as she was having symptoms such as bloating, abdominal pain, leg and feet pain and loss of appetite for some time. Ovarian cancer is often not caught until it’s in advanced stages so it’s important to know the signs and symptoms. She mistakenly chalked a lot of her symptoms up to a horrible menopause. If you are interested in reading more about the signs and symptoms of this silent killer, you can go here.

I’m traveling with my husband to Fort Riley, Kansas while he’s in Army training and also trying to entertain my son during his spring break, so have had little time for writing. But Misky’s Twiglet #271 with prompt “tangled threads” inspired this short write! Let’s all enjoy the dream of today!!

Unravel tangled threads
Let the sky collapse in waves

We’ll squish the stars between
our toes and sleep

and dream
and knot

once more.

The Look Inside Feature was finally fixed on my novella today!! 👀 🎉

Merciless days
crush up all dictators –
stir with a candied spoon

Let’s put an end
to saccharine smiles
and devilish charm

Some recipes just don’t work
and some hands need
swatted away

Written for dVerse where Sanaa hosts and I have picked the challenge of using the word “candy” in a poem.

Recurring nightmare ~
song as sad as the Hulk’s

we’re just ticking machines
moaning with moonquakes

eyes buried / beneath the bed

will we ever collide
in full-bodied
hot flesh?

Please continue reading the rest of the poem at MasticadoresUSA . Once there, you will find more beautiful poems curated by the talented editor Gabriela Marie Milton.

A note about synchronicity and seeing the time 11:11. I believe I get intuitive or “angel messages” when I notice repeating numbers. I am a Christian and believe in the Bible, but I am also intrigued with metaphysical ideas. Synchronicity and frequency are two ideas I have researched and even written about in my novella, The Light in the Cave.

Thank you to Gabriela for featuring my work.

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