The sun rose
Above the castle walls
With an ache
A reminder
Of what it felt like
To be on the inside
Secure
Safe in belonging
Inside a fortress
Where my song was heard
Soaked in for the gift it was
An offering
To my reflection
Myself
My whole
Golden valleys tapered
With heather yet to bloom
Anxious to share
Her beauty
But waits
Creating a time lapse
For wanderers
To get lost in the Scottish hills
Spring calls
Sun peeks through
Evidence of what’s yet to come
Engrossed in magnificence
Here a stolen kiss or two
Knowing they were captive
Cradled by a force
And beckoned
By some ancient lovers tune
They held hands
And watched it’s beauty
Then time stood still
(Glencoe)
The Scottish Highlands
~My Photography
(Photo from Internet – words overlaid my own)
Common ground
Forges bonds
In kindreds
Of word craft
Where words
Are not just words
They are the fabric
Of a kiss
Woven into
One anothers
Heart and soul
Where understanding
Grows
Where night blooms
In our darkest times
And loves barbed thorns
Are lamented in grief
And we are here to share
To help one another
Tow the line
Who says we aren’t real?
I’m as real as the words
I write
(Photo from Internet)
(Photo from Internet)
Some days
you feel like a phenomenon
Other days one of a trillion
Some days
You don’t feel anything at all
While others you feel
The weight of the world
Some days
Love and beauty
Have you blown away
While others it seems
It’s disappeared completely
And some days
you’d give anything
To not be tossed and turned
By the waves
Of your heart
While others
You’d be happy
To just drift off
In its wild current
Like graduated scars
Upon his back
Levels of pain
Some more tolerable
Others more alive
With memory
An echo
Leaving trails of promises
Towards healing
A lifeline
For a heavy heart
Coaxing the pain
To sink to the depths
They must go
To debride the wounds
Once and for all
(Photo from pixgood.com)
I mourn for a love
I do not even know exists
Yet I holdfast
And cling to each modicum
Released to my senses
In birdsong
In a stormy sky
That lifts at dusk
In a word of compassion
Through sacred
Yet briefest of touches
My morsels of raw value
That move me and
Reassures
By heaven
That what I seek for
I will find
(I know it’s crazy, but it’s true)
(Photo via tumblr)
Today I reached a 100 followers on WordPress and just wanted to say a heartfelt thanks for everyone’s love this past month!
Entiretyinbits is my baby. I love how she sees the world. She helps me to see spring where some days it’s easy to feel taken over by winter. She is my feeler, my expresser and she gives me permission to unfurl my truth day by day as I need. So it’s an honour you would want to be a part of her… Or, ahem, my, or rather…. Our Journey.
The world is our paper, our minds are the ink. Here’s to filling up many more pages together!
~Entirety xo
Unlock me
And speak freedom
Over me
So this incessant waiting
My rattling at the door
Of new beginnings
Can be heard
And heeded
The tension of anticipation
Released
As the taut
Strings of life
Ache to be played
And I no longer have to wonder
What place I will hold
In this world
Photo from poetry prompt for #poetryinmotion
She threatened
To drip away
Into the soil
Leach away
To hide underground
In the cracks
Left by drought
Carried deeper
Into darkness
Till water came
Softening her shell
Warming her
Protective layers
Letting her sprout
Seeking light again
All because
Of a nurturing hand
(Photo from the Internet)
