The Sunday Muse – 156

Image from the movie “Northfork”
The voices in my head
all agree it’s 
time.

They whisper
then laugh at me
and my feeble attempts
to navigate through another day
another labyrinthian set of interactions

with my fellow humans.
Why is it so difficult?
How can I find the courage
yet again
to face each one,
when every 

meeting, 
every conversation,
is a pit with sharpened sticks
waiting for me to fall
and impale myself upon them?

Others don’t even notice 
the red, neon signs
“DANGER”
that begin blinking above their heads
as soon as I walk up to them. 

So once again, 
I prepare to go out,
prepare to do battel with 
everyone who is going about their business
so casually,
so comfortably.

For them it’s easy-peasy.
They have no idea 
just how harrowing it is,
how exhausting it is,
every damn day.



This is written for http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/04/sunday-muse-156.html.  

NaPoWriMo – Day #27

muse photo april

I live my life in a fishbowl
looking out at a world
that doesn’t bother
looking back at me.
My only privacy
is your indifference

This painting, “The Sea Inside” by Samy Charnine, was the writing prompt at The Sunday Muse.  It’s already Monday, but you can still click on the link and check it out.

NaPoWriMo – Day #4 Out Foxed

foxes

Three foxy fates
stand and wait
guarding the pandemic gate

First, Fever Red
straps you in bed
She pounds a beat inside your head

Then Breathless White
steals your might
and seals your labored lungs up tight

Then Deathly Black
knocks you back
takes your soul, leaves your body slack

These fates are ruthless and badass;
unscathed from COVID, none shall pass

This is for NaPoWriMo and The Sunday Muse. Image by Anatasiya Dobrovolskaya.

Of Crones and Wolves – The Sunday Muse

artistic-surreal-photomanipulation-by-sarolta-ban-31

I have two responses to this wonderful image by  by Sarolta Ban posted on The Sunday Muse a weekly photo prompt site for writers, poets, and blogging enthusiasts.

#1

Women Who Run with the Wolves, the Later Years

#2

The woodsman did not
save Grandmother
from the wolf

Crones and wolves
have always been
confederates

When you think
of treachery and carnage
remember who wields the ax
and who tells the tale

Histories written by victors
always require scrutiny.

Ask around, look beyond
peek behind the curtain
see the other side

What you find
might well surprise you

The Sunday Muse – Dwell Time

smokyphotog

Ghosts document my misery
as I stare, unblinking
into the next ring
fumbling for my ticket

I’m caught in ropes of smoke
trapped by the cyclops,
for the image of a thing is the thing
and the image of a soul,
well, you know…

Mirror, mirror on the wall
the next train to Hell
is now boarding
at gate seven.
Please watch your step.

I’m really rusty at this, but I loved the picture, so figured, meh – let’s give it a try. This is for The Sunday Muse , a weekly photo prompt site for writers, poets, and blogging enthusiasts.  Follow the link and check it out.