Inner Peace

Soil crackled, dried

burnt to black

underneath layered debris of grief

after escalating leafy spins

of menopausal stalls

due from familial cocoons

spun

twilight to darkening moons;

none, no more glowing stars or suns

once glistening reverential eyes

now plagued by memories of agitated skies

performed in an assortment of screened-off views; 

hindered

seeds growth

beneath.

A Son not seen swift

sprouted no greenery

to glean.

No shadow to follow a solicitous breast.

But lo-and-behold... fought to spring

after fed nutrients,

roots tickle with life won

after dropped water diamonds

in drips-to-tips

tickling tongue

as a cavern dark

in chest-core

munificently

kneaded.

To live.

Bred. Spiritually.

Breath.

Life...Given.

Spiraling as a gift--

a whiff from polished rarefied pearls

crisp, true, superlatively

imbued with a fragrant oil

descended from on high

like luminous dew

with fragrance defogging/airing out 'bereft' 

from a cod-webbed fossilized-perception

swept. 

Left... Gratitude.

Gratitude — Big Points

With Thanksgiving having just past here in Canada and soon coming to the US, it seems a perfect time to pause and reflect on what we’re grateful for. I opted not to allow prewrites because I wanted you to be here now—to write from this present moment. If you’re presently in a space where you’re having difficulty finding something to be grateful for, this is the contest for you too! It will help you change your perspective from focusing on those who abandoned us to those who stuck by us through the tough times; to focus on what we do have as opposed to what we don’t; to focus on possibilities/options rather than impossibilities! © 13 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    family • hope • love • sad • teen