Breathe Again

forget not –
be pleased with all your efforts
if they have been as your honest is
as the day is long
look up to slip and sip
drinking of the sky
look down to peer into the deep
bright blue
stars twinkling in the twilight
at your feet
and when you level your gaze
remember to slip between the seam
of sharp and clear focus
and dream of the colours
that move your soul

©2017 Scribbler’s Dipstick

words for Just Breathe

Wish Breaker

what of the hauntings in your heart?
does terror leap and grab
you in the throat
or are there seeds planted as wishes
held sacred in this most secret
of gardens
where artemisian light flows wild
and free with an inner strength
both curse and blessing
in these
watery dreams –

what makes or breaks your legs
in these moments
lucidly held in your hands –
do you tremble whisperingly light –
a slice of a shiver
some untranslatable on the tongue
silver grey scale
like the runaway fish that surface break
and bubble kiss in their undisclosed
pathos –
an innocence locked in the mistral’s wings
a symphony strung in silver violins –
volumptuous chords drinking from the goblets
of the psyche long held ancient
whining in the bended elbow of the old oak –
or is it an apple tree –
the rubble the remains of your town
which upped and left
of its own discord
as you flew away
in a slurry of swirling skirts brushing
against your exposed ankles –
this is the war inside us –
we are children of a wondering moon –
nothing more than fallen fruit

©2017 Scribbler’s Dipstick

mlmm prompt: writing prompt sunday: “it’s all in the title”

Wish Breaker
Undisclosed Pathos
The Silver Violin
Children of the Wondering Moon
The Haunting of Cora Applebaum
Whispers in the Willow Trees
Psychic Chasms
When Fish Runaway
The War Inside of Us
The Town that Went Missing

all great titles of choice – so I opted to weave ideas and essences from each into “one” thing ♠

Rainy Day Greys

it’s a thick sweater snuggle in
with a hot cuppa tea
if it pleases –
sweetened with a slip
of honey
to dissipate the bitter taste
of another
endlessly steeping
grey sea sky day
delivering on its promise
rain rain rain
soaking into the new
evergreen cloak
grounding the brown sand
to chocolate café au lait
serving up my joint pain
as crunchy biscotti
on the side


I would love to …
Three Movies Sweater: Hand-Knits : pattern by Handarbetaren on Ravelry


nothing to be done for it
snuggle deeply into it
the rain falls as it will
and I wonder what happen to all the swarms
– the black flies
where do they hide?
when it’s an endlessly weeping stream
for surely they can’t fly
where do they hide?
and why don’t they drown
and die –
this would be some consolation
and relief

©2017 Scribbler’s Dipstick