For some unknown reason, the mists of confusion which forever plagues my mind decided to momentarily dissipate. A nanosecond of comprehensible thought gathered and burst forth. An epiphany I suppose. One sane moment, when there was actually an answer instead of only questions. Fleetingly it hung suspended, waiting. I flew to it and grasped it with both hands, not willing to let it escape. As I held it, the object began a subtle change. Eyes wide open, cautiously I watched as clear and distinct thoughts arranged and formed, aligning in a manner of which I had not often seen. Rational thoughts parading in perfect sequence on an invisible page–And then it was gone.


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Intricacies of the Mind Mysterious


The mists circle

Wandering aimlessly

Concentric motions of inhabited time


In the winds of wonderment


In the makings of the mind.


What lies behind the seeing of the eyes

Beyond that

Which cannot be noticed in the view…



Left to the thinking

Passages of infinity held


In solemn shadows


 And flowing endlessly.


Rindles of resemblance

Raging quietly–


Left behind.



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Seared flesh.

And in a moment

Memories brand

Themselves to the



Acrid aroma or

Fragrance divine.


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“Oh dear,” Said the water to the wind. “You give me the vapors!”

“I am your friend.” The wind replied. “With me you’ll soar into the sky.”

“I don’t like heights.” Said the tiny droplet, trembling.

“Oh my little droplet,” The wind then did proclaim.

“You’ve run as streams and rivers, sparkled in the day. 

You’ve nurtured many things. Do not be afraid.”


I watched with great amazement as the wind then took to air

And raised the tiny droplet with the utmost care.

They rose in rippling wonder, a mirage before my eyes

So far into the yonder, then what to my surprise…


The tiny little droplet danced freely in the air

Became a wisp of cloud, none other could compare.

 It grew in height and stature, floating way up in the sky

 Then began to fall as gently as it first had climbed.


Twas then I heard the laughter, lifting in the wind

“This is so much fun; I want to do it all again!”


A thought of contemplation flowed slowly through my mind

As I paused to wonder, looking to the sky…


Just like this condensation everything must end

But an ending’s just a start for something to begin.


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A new year will soon begin. May peace, love and happiness

Be the treasures of your days.

Rachael 🙂

Two Lumps or Three?

Two Lumps or Three?


Parasol in hand

Lemon tea from a jar

More sugar please

As I pass the bizarre


A tale of uncanny

A most bitter end

I swallowed a seed

And it choked off my wind!


My face shaded blue

In the heat of the day

I stumbled and fell

My drink flowing away


My parasol broke

A wind whisked it far

Lost one of my shoes

Got hit by a car…


(At least it knocked the seed loose)


Oh what a day

If I’d known you could bet

I’d have stayed safe at home

On the couch and just slept. 



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I walk between shadows

Of lines unseen

I walk between laughter

And unheard screams

The light, the dark

All my dreams

Loudly, silently

It seems

Loudly, silently

All my dreams

The light, the dark

And unheard screams

I walk between laughter

Of lines unseen

I walk between shadows

(It seems)

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Kindle for the Flame

Kindle for the Flame



No epitaph was sung that day

And though the sun did shine

The wind so chill…its frozen breath

Burned sorrow in my mind…



Dingy walls. Grime-caked windows.




I’ll say. The coldest weather recorded in two decades. Brrrrrrrrrr…I bundled up the best I could, braced myself against the icy onslaught and headed out the door.


Not much stirred as I made my way carefully down the street which now seemed much like a snowy concrete tundra bent to perdition’s will, instead of the narrow asphalt alleyway that led to home.


Although I tried to focus on the outcome of each feeble tread, my mind wandered. Among the falling flakes and driving wind, mists of remembrance swirled. A wonderland of thoughts took shape to lure me within. Far, far away from those troubled storms that held me in their sway…


Lightning struck!


The white-hot razor’s edge shot through my mind with such intensity, I could not cry out.



The fog, thick, black and clinging.

The pain…oh…the pain…


Some barely audible sound escaped frozen lips as oblivion slowly blanketed that still, small figure lying lost in the snow…



A plea of thee, oh bitter wind

Sooth thy raging plight

A’ rest I stay beside the fire

Upon this chilling night


Lay down your breeze

Of wandering ease

And settle to the plain

As darkness comes, yet for the while

Bestill thy frigid reign


A plea of thee

And bear the know

A whisper to the air

Kindle for the flame is low

And I have none to spare


Banks are drifting ever close

Flakes are tumbling down

No shoes have I

In winter’s wrath

To trace upon the snow


A plea of thee, oh bitter wind

A whisper to the air

Kindle for the flame is low

And I have none to spare


No downy coat that I may claim

In tattered shawl, my body draped

A’ rest I shiver by the fire

Its ebb a dying flame


And yet, a warmth does blanket me

As sleep has called my name

Glowing embers fade to black

My soul…your chill…

Has claimed.



The dark fog swirled and lightened to a misty grey. Icy lashes fluttered and though the smile did not reach her lips, it was there in her eyes for all to see…


No epitaph was sung that day

And though the sun did shine

The wind so chill…its frozen breath

Had warmed her one last time.



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