Little by little, I had to recover
From misshapen realities that hit me like feverish fiascos
Little by little, I am building up what was lost
Like the egg nest, I strived to have
February 2021 Writing Prompts – All Inclusive
Little by little, I will recover
The heart of who I am
Little by little, turbulent tranquillity is giving way
To tranquillity…beyond bliss
Stormy nights of real realities
Creating an illusion of waving winter wheat and faceless faces
If I were the wind
On balmy days
I will sail into the wild
Over splashes of indigo
And magenta in twilight
Because of you, O faceless faces
Of an unspoken language
I had to settle for turbulent tranquillity
In the midst of feverish fiascos
Whiles wishing and trying to reach
For the candy cabinet
Of the day after eventually
Eventually…
Maybe the day after eventually
I shall open my egg nest
Of an unspoken language
In painted words
The heart of who I am
Homespun fabric
With patches of moldy mishaps,
And splashes of indigo
In painted words
For nearly burying yesterdays
Of the heart of who I am
— the candy cabinet of splashes of indigo and magenta in twilight beyond bliss….
May the faceless faces
Of misshapen realities and stormy nights
Both impressive and ludicrous
Be lost in lava swirls and twin flames forever
One last reminder
Real realities
Are a mix of balmy days, stormy nights,
Splashes of indigo,
Magenta in twilight
Both impressive and ludicrous
Little by little, an unspoken language will become painted words of understanding, beyond bliss in splashes of indigo…
Musings of a Sanguine Christian Woman 