By Dawn Illsley
Roaring wind lulls me to another place.
Quiet breathing in the margins of my mind.
Pressing thoughts, bossy and demanding,
yank me from my reprieve to reality.
There’s a call for spring outside the window.
An urgent call from a little bird whose hungry.
Then out comes the sun, like a little answered prayer.
The light creeps across the room,
Warming the spot on the floor,
Soon to be occupied
By a little furry beast,
Desperate for warmth.
On the windowsill,
The pink blooms are dried up,
Not the end,
But it seems hopeful for more.
Drenched in sorrow
Drenched in sorrow she sits,
Head bowed, in a silent prayer,
To someone she doesn’t believe in,
About something she doesn’t understand
In disguise by Dawn Illsley
A smile painted on my face,
With lipstick too red for my taste.
Veiled hope in disguise,
A shroud worn to disguise.
There’s a crowd inside my head,
It’s beyond capacity.
There’s no room for hope.
I’m empty of care.
I’m tired of smiling.
I’m barely there.
Reckless Adventure by Dawn Illsley
The waves crash and retreat back to repeat.
I shouldn’t be surprised by my wet toes,
but the waves chase me up the beach.
Like a game of tag in the back yard.
I’ve wandered into a place not meant for me.
I feel like an intruder,
The sign says off limits.
But I still go,
cheating the under tow,
The Tall Ships arrived!!!!!
Look at all I accomplished this week and I loved every minute of it!!!