POEM

There was a time 

I thought I was strong

My armor thins

Weakens with age

Dispersion and assaults 

Although distant and silent

Rage

A storm on the horizon

Days count down

Eyes downcast 

Flesh gives way

To final rest

Void of wrongs

~jk ©

Juliet

photo credit

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SINGLE STEP 365 ~ DAY 125

DAY 125

MIST

Mist so light it feels like silk,

       sways on chinese maple and pine.

Pauses long enough to stop time.

In the mist I long to stay,

       yet always I fight to be still.

Juliet

SINGLE STEP 365 ~ DAY 124

DAY 124

LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE

Noun
Capturing something powerful and elusive and then being able to hold it and show it to the world. 

Performing a rare feat. 

A moment of creative brilliance. 

Coming up with that idea was like catching lightning in a bottle.

Definition from Urban Dictionary.
Capture your own lightning!

Juliet

p.s. Thanks R.D. for the idea!

p.s.s. photo credit

p.s.s.s. Happy Cinco De Mayo! 

SINGLE STEP 365 – DAY 123

DAY 123 

SPIDERS

I don’t like spiders. At all.

A little while ago, I was deep in thought about writing and life and lo and behold I look at the bottom of the door and see a ginormous black widow. All of a sudden my worries and frustration’s disappeared but were replaced with fear. I just knew more would come out and surround me, climb up my legs, and bite me.

I know, an unhealthy, unrealistic fear. 

And then it hit me. I could use this moment to my advantage. Back inside I wrote down my feelings while fresh, and will use them to enhance my current WIP.

Take control. But stay away from the spiders! Just in case…

Juliet

p.s. Having said all that, I’m still so freaked out by the spider that I can’t even look for a picture to set as main image. 😩 Oh well, baby steps…