How Much- Michael Erickson

How much can one soul bare? Between solid glass and floating water eyes weep. Waiting for the echos to finish their crashing, As this fever dream of reality stills. How much can shoulders hold? A life time of all seeing eyes blind to this wounded form. Alone upon an ended road, With nothing but a …

Familiar Thoughts- Michael Erickson

Again I find myself wandering, Upon meandering paths. Well worn do my feet feel, Accepting each rut and groove. Upon thresholds do I tread, As if passing the doorway of every childhood place. I am home in ever age of my life, Feeling a warm breeze upon my face. It is a wonder to fill …

Ponder This Living Rock- Michael Erickson

Upon a path of dusted rock do we walk, Beneath a sapphire sky. Wandering a long and winding course, So many have trodden before. Yet alone we find ourselves, Within the beauty of the earth. Let us pause this moment and drink in, What Mother Nature has wished for us to see. Shades of life …

Throwback Friday: Thoughts by Liyona

I had a wistful wish That turned To a sour thought Gaining traction And gripping Each tendril of my Mind The thought baked Under the heat Of summer And started to Smell of Buring metal The smoke filled my eyes And singed my Nostrils Even my ears were Overcome As the thoughts Turned me Into …

Go Away From Me- Michael Erickson

Go away from me, Beyond the hills of yonder mind. You have lost your way before my eyes, And I can see much you still will yet learn. Impetuous as youth you beg for an easier road, Old am I as one who has walked many paths. Go away from me, Into the unknown where …

Upon A Crossroad- Michael Erickson

Lie me down upon this blanket of stars, That I may rest this weary head upon a fold of time. Ancient am I as the day is long, Upon this sunset hour must I now take up my dust and walk. For are we not all stardust? As was told before so now remind us …

Milkweed, By Donna Matthews

I’m not as beautiful my shape destroyed my color ordinary a dangerous thought, she thought who was she to complain or compare or even concern herself her tiny orange and yellow blooms while not roses fed caterpillars while not azaleas sheltered cocoons while not hibiscus bred butterflies in these thoughts she remembered all her glorious …

Betwixt a Door- Michael Erickson

I’ve paused between an open door, Where childhood has firmly ended with my foot planted on this floor. A threshold of adulthood now beckons, Speaking wisdom, courage, and a thrill for adventures on one’s own. But green grass tickles my now lifted heel, Enchanting me with worlds unimagined. My once determined head turns, Looking back …

Winter Moments- Michael Erickson

Marble rolls within a sky, Framed by a frozen slice of my world. I wish to pause within this moment, To stretch the possibilities of forgotten youth. And take the beauty that so abundantly surrounds, My troubled and aging mind. A feeling quite like a waiting storm, Is gathering slow beneath my chest. Please help …

Hesitation in Gold- Michael Erickson

  Each day upon this shining scene, I see you staring across each green living thing. Fixed by your stare I stand upon a mountainside, Wind tossing clouds to and froe. I would reach out to you with a hand to hold, But you've already escaped this scene. Eyes now unfocused looking not beyond me, …