Writing Prompt

Lyra twirled around the field as the sun set in a blaze of red-orange glory. It sent light refracting out in all directions, the warm beams illuminating her as dusk settled all around.

She’d done it.

She’d finally, truly done it.

She’d run away.

Now, spinning around the field of wildflowers, things as wild as she was, she felt dizzyingly light. Free. As if at any moment...

Shedding the old, in with the new.

I let go of old feathers, once holding me back from my fullest potential.

These feathers-once heavy, dark, and low.

Now gone, forever out of sight.

My life feels free without those feathers.

My surroundings feel serene.

No longer distant, but born into the new me.

The real me has emerged and I will never look back. Goodbye old me, I wish you farewell...

It can be hard to keep balance

Navigating the winds of change

While trying to stay grounded

Knowing the pavement you’ve pounded

You know you’re a sidestep from the insane

Or am I an angel fallen

Who swapped my heavenly hellish feathers

For a simple umbrella

As I answer my calling

I don’t know if I’m human wading through life

Or something ethereal in diguise

Completing a mission from below or on Hi...

The child:

Mary not only spoke softly but also inherited a mothers sense that was not questioned in which it befell herself, tightly worshipping herself in covering over others, rather than penetrating vaguely towards another, exiting through another if this one was not made of rotting wood. Mary stepped into the passing of life without the rightful paranoia, that firmly expressed can not be self ...

Do you hear the melody?

Strings and other things

But what if - and the trumpets too?

The daisies swirling in the fields

I think I saw the sun once more

But what - or maybe a cloud?

The breeze it blows

Am I a leaf? Or maybe a drifitng bird?

I’d like to think I could float away

But then - to another world beyond

A silly little wish, that coin and well

It might rain today, or not

But - and if it rain...

I was driving my rental car, a royal blue Nissan Sentra, through Texas. I was currently on Route 287, spending a week exploring the state before attending a business conference at my company’s headquarters in Dallas. I’m a financial consultant for Fidelity.

I passed one wheat field after the next. It was 7 pm and the sky was magnificent shades of orange, red, and pink. The ground was bathed ...

Picking and pecking

cawing and screeching

ominous yet stunning

Dances and twirls

Walks and wanders

Explores and watches

She’s an anomaly

Her presence ambiguous

Is she a warning or an enticement?...

When I was a child I danced in the rain

When I was a child I ran in the rain

When I was a child I played in the rain

When I was a child I laughed in the rain

I look at the rain falling

Through the windshield of my car

I wipe it away,

Like an inconvenience

I bemoan its presence

I’ve forgotten the joys

It once brought me

I no longer dance in the rain

I no longer run in the rain

I no longer pla...

i fly

like the birds over the fields

i’m free with Your spirit

You are my protection

my light

the true wisdom

You plant flowers in my field

in You

i am healed

You lift up my spirit

take away my limits

i am about to take flight

for God

for me

Angels fight

fr...

I carry my umbrella with me everywhere,

in my hand, in my bag, attached to my hip.

Is it an accessory?

A utility?

A burden?

Every day I take it with me, just in case.

Even though the forecast predicts clear skies,

with you there’s always a chance of rain....