Six word Saturday

Silent distractions float across the skies…

silent treasures




“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you,
don’t go back to sleep!”
― Jalaluddin Rumi

sunrise 2

i’m beckoned from slumber
by an effervescent sunrise
that brushes
the mantle
of my deepest sleep

i stare out
with sleepy eyes,
hoping to capture
the promises
that a new day brings

shadows move over
the fields,
elongated by the sun’s
oblique presence

the day unfolds
and time is told in simple forms

cheeky clouds waft across
a coral sky
and hide the sun’s timid glow,
but only
for a moment

beams erupt in charm
and paint the sky
with daybreak’s blushing pleasures

i tread drowsy corridors
and wipe dust
from my misty eyes,
thankful to welcome another day
in all its elegance



Breathe it all in and love it all out!
― Mary Oliver


the sun
came up today
and painted his glory
across the sultry skies
and he waited
for the moon
to wave her majestic
orb in his face

graciously veiled
he shut his eyes
for just a while
in devotion
to her beloved form
each crescent
of her loveliness
glowed and sparkled
with certainty
that the sun
to shine
on her

and as she moved
she danced
before his eyes
and darkness
fell upon the earth
in sombre rhythms
quiet reflections
of remembrance
to the sun’s
to all who live and breathe

then the moon
swayed and
and swept
over the oceans
until they
bulged with pride
and her face
was only
known to the sun
as she dissappeared
from sight



Earth Angels

“Earthly Angels do not allow other souls to dim their light; they just keep shining bright as the sun, for this helps other souls to reconnect with their own light and shine brightly too!”
― Molly Friedenfeld

Thank you bright Angels,
who unveil the way,
you are a beacon of light
on leaden days.
As I steer my life
through murky seas
caught in hurricanes
my fear released,
and when I lose sight of the
faraway shore,
you bestow discernment,
my soul is restored.
I behold monsters
beneath the waves,
abandoned hope,
in tenebrous graves.
Fluorescent Angels
you illuminate the gloom,
and encapsulate hope
until my faith resumes.
To you glorious Angels,
who have touched my life.
You resuscitate truth
and reveal the Divine….


Emotional reward

“It seems there are some problems even Prosecco and cake can’t make better.”
― Lorraine Wilson


I ate a mound
of rich gateau,
with chocolate drizzled
on the side.
Its heart was filled
with a promise,
that only sweet comfort
can provide.

I let each morsel
my taste buds
with ecstasy.
It was an emotional piece
of cake,
soft and velvety.
Filled with longing,
and twinges
of guilt in between.
It rolled over my tongue
with the greatest of ease,

Just for a moment,
delicious flavors,
wrapped me
in delight.
An extravagant slice of pleasure,
appeased my appetite.
Luscious tastes
of forgetfulness
layered with a little remorse,
imbued with dainty textures,
an emotional reward.

The instant gratification,
dropped me
in a hollow.
An empty cauldron
of regret in which
I dare not wallow.

Its delicate ambrosia
was worth every
magical bite!
All caution will be thrown to the wind,
when I have some more