Category: Fickle Scribbles
Below The Surface a Dark World Rages
Walking upon the translucent and iridescent surface the warm sun illuminates the beauty and warmth above. The thin ground a ribbon similar to the chiffon flowing gracefully through the air at the hands of a delicate dancer. Such a thin and beautiful surface separating two worlds. The balance, an epitome of the ying and yang Read More …
The Mysterious Mattress
Several months ago, after having just left the house, I had the pleasure while meandering down the highway, of driving past a fellow citizen. This being a warm spring day like many others I was caught in my own thoughts, and as I was alone, which truly rarely was something I’d experienced being the mother Read More …
Introversion is Not a lack of Confidence
In a brief moment standing in a gentle embrace, one glance… one inward look. For the remainder of the day I spent the time wondering how in that moment I could see so much. As children we become acclimated to the concept of having ones life flash before them. Reading about those moments it is Read More …
Awake
Awake You cannot feel, you cannot see How did I forget to blame me? How did I not see that this is just Just the way you are I accept them all each one Every energy that came my way All this time I said I hurt but it was I that Read More …
Flames
Sitting next to the fire, watching the flames dance I did not have the energy to run and be free. I sat… at times frozen, my eyes to the colors and dance within the fire ring before us. The sweet youthful spirits running free soaking in the air their lungs had craved. My body was Read More …
Another Fishing Metaphor
You feel the line being lightly toyed with, obviously this fish has been drawn from the water before and is familiar with the feel of a steel hook. The bait begins to travel a small distance and you let out line to accommodate the prey you are after. You watch as the line pulls and stalls, darts Read More …
Dark Room
Welcome to the darkest room of my castle; the room that until now no one else knew about. I quake knowing that now you will know the dark bloom of energy that swirls in clouds of blackness upon the dark canvas in which you gaze. I ache in bitter frustration as my being is sucked Read More …
Part 4… Her Name
For those who are new, this post is a 4th part in a series called Her Name you can scroll down or check through the archives to locate the previous segments if you wish to read them first to get a better feel for the character of the brief plot. Her Name part 1 Her Name Part Read More …
Letting Go
Letting Go by: Shy Willow Into my eyes and see the pain yet neither flinch nor recoil. Stories bathed in irony which dance in both rays of warmth and also the frosty bite of reality. Too many times the door left open gets closed behind suffocating and trapping. How often the energy turns from fire Read More …