To Walk

to journey to learn to grieve to fly whisper dark fear I hear you -in my throat dark whisper hear fear fear feel my throat voice calling -I will walk CKS What NaPoWriMo taught me The journey is the simple act of willingness Not the perfection of the destination. paint much love, always, Connie Karleta…

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Spring visits me

Green appeared; chartreusing sparkles beyond the density of winter’s bark. “Here I am!” waving in the breezes. If not a smile then a glimpse; felt in the outer crease of her eye. Spring moves forwards; a branch of green reaches its touch shaking-hands invitation “Good Morning, I am Spring. I am so glad to meet you!”…

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Day 12: Where We Are

neither I sit; restless I tremble. water’s silence spring parades in the shade-cast room behind glass veiled curtain I, road of forgotten dreaming fingers roam; where we are CKS I opened the door  today.  One thing at a time. Brush teeth. Shower.  Beauty in simple tasks not so easy. Dishes.  Food.  Water.  Bird song and a…

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