These four walls get lonely in dismay
sun breaks through
white fluffs a plenty

a cerulean sky
of which I see

I look
through morning-
glass windows

reflection’s glare
The bark of the trees

has changed

Mute-muffled resonance
Ashen harmonics
Fading with the morning mist

The ash-gray of winter’s hibernation
is gone.
life is visible as they say
but was life really ever gone?

Ash-gray budding into brown
Brown. The color of Spring
Sagging brown-sienna leaves
on a tree that has no name.

A slit through the curtain I pull tight;
lock the door; abrupt
heaviness within my sight
smile muscles sag

These are the ways and means of fear
The means of separate.
People no people
Push no tug
Fear its ever presence
hush, not a word.
I do not care if you do not like me

It is not about that at all.
I am in a battle with myself.
Myself is the doll
It is a battle in my own head.
I fight it everyday.
Make choices, make choices
When will it be too late?
What to share? What not to share.
A question. Who really cares.
When you fear you are. . .
These four walls
blankets despair
Falling into depression
An easy thing to do
But it is not a buzzline
for likes and clicks.
A buzz-line making news.

Free publicity!
Get yourself known!
Click away happy!
Likes you every tone!
Your hook, your mic!
A platform
each soapbox slips

No, this is for the you out there.
Calling from four walls’ echo.

A sound.
hollow resistance
Dancing shadows
behind curtains
A tease, a taunt
an invitation if you please
I reach to grab vertical linen clothe;
My hand pulls back
Magnetic polar reflex
I cannot touch
A blank stare

gazing out my eyeballs
rustling leaves
through four walls
made by me

#wip #writingprompt

The Seeing
The Meditation
The Prayer
The Contemplation

The Reflection – free verse mix of now and then.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

via Daily Prompt: Conquer

I was three once (detail), 30" x 21", ink, pigment, charcoal, graphite, paper, ©CKS 2013 sold
I was three once (detail), 30″ x 21″, ink, pigment, charcoal, graphite, paper, ©CKS 2013 sold
Posted by:Connie Karleta Sales

artist, poet, educator, public speaker and thriver! Smiles and unpaved roads are the way I roll :D