In her moments of peace
Eyes closed to the world
Immersed in the emptiness
Of a moment of solitude.
Cast in stone unmoving
She feels the sense
As the rain washes pieces away
Smoothing edges
A hundred years of being
She remains unchanged.
The solitude of stone
Keeping vigil upon
Those that come and go
Knowing she will see them another day
When they too shall join her
As the hymn is sung she waits
Patient in her mourning
Time never moves in this place
Seasons pass
Always the same
Unseeing eyes of concrete
Gather rain of tears
Washed away by the wind
Today, tomorrow or yesterday
The sun will rise
The moon will set
And she will sit
And be in the solitude
Of stone.
When The Walls Have Fallen
There are words
that I keep in reserve for you
thoughts stored away
in a compartment in my heart
intimate thoughts from my uncovered soul
nothing risqué
only open and honest thought
inspired by your open and honest heart
someday to be spoken
when all the walls have fallen
and there stands nothing between us
but empty space
~ photo credit: kara-a.deviantart.com
Clay, it’s everywhere!
My husband and I were driving through a remote part of Colorado. We had taken my Jeep Grand Cherokee Lorado, but he was driving. There was a patch of mud that for some unknown reason called him to drive through. I warned him it would get us stuck, because it was obviously clay.
Having grown up on a farm and having entered science fair projects about the area where I grew up’s dirt I was pretty familiar with the different types of soil in existence in the United States of America. When it appears the same as the clay I grew up around, didn’t see any reason it couldn’t exist in the state of Colorado. Sure enough he drove into the mud pit and got us stuck. If you know anything about the ability to get mired in a clay pit, you know the normal ways of dislodging yourself from…
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Mankind’s Cage
Trapped
Locked away
In a rancid cage
Cut off from the world
Since day one
Overwhelmed by fear. And doubt
Paranoid
Hungry. For life
Grasping. For breath
Dying. For light
Bloodied feet
Ribs transparent
Through skin
Bloodshot eyes
Brown teeth
Overgrown nails
Black eyes
Broken heart
Jagged fingers
Cage, at last. Opens
But
Its too late
“There’s no point to life”
“I walk out the cage”
“Just to be in another”
“Just bigger”
“But with more people”
“Less space”
“Smells worse”
“Wait…”
“These people…”
“They. Are dead”
Fascinated
Please welcome first-time contributor Kevin, an 18-year-old photographer from China. He is currently based in Chattanooga where he attends high school. He’s been struggling with depression and anxiety for almost two years. He considers photography to be the best way for him to express himself.
About this photo: “I always enjoy walking on crowded streets searching for a bit of quietness. New York is where this photo was taken. For me, this city is fascinating, people walking on the streets encountering and passing by each other with different thoughts on their minds. They are always too busy to pay attention to what’s going on around them. This image represents this idea while the security man contrasts with the tourists. He’s turned back to the amazing view of the city while the tourists were fascinated. I see myself in the security man. Depression has killed my passion for my normal life where…
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Nectar for our Hummingbirds
Here’s my simple recipe for making nectar for our Hummingbird feeder:
- 4 cups of filtered water
- 1 cup of refined white sugar
In a small pot boil water then add sugar and stir until sugar melts. Make sure that nectar is at room temperature before transferring to hummingbird feeders. This is a great recipe and they love it!
Important note: Do not use different forms of sugar except White Refined Sugar only.
Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 