DAYDREAMS is a journal of my thoughts, the fiction that colors my mind. Each post is a thought of its own. They are not meant to connect; although, at times there are common themes.

Episode Twenty Nine

We accept that her tear is an offering,
a framework supporting redemption,
a delicate string transposing
the notes in a chord
or some random memory
she hears in blue velvet
while something quite bolder
is dressed up in sequins.

We follow its path down her cheek,
a river that tip-toes on crystals
and lands on the altar.

Some think its a trail,
a meandering walk
that is broken,
a limp left alone
and the sound of it dragging.

Others see sadness,
a lake filled with salt
on a day when the wind
blows over light without stopping
or offering prayers.

I am uncertain and ask if her sorrow
defines a new joy,
like something
that somebody gives as a gift,
or a moment when all is forgotten
except how the sun falls warm
on a shoulder.

b e g i n n i n g - t o - e n d
I am a retired art teacher and a wannabe writer. Everything I create is for my own enjoyment. I don’t work for others because I want total freedom to express what I want. All the work I post is original.

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