Some days I am swimming,
most days I am sinking.
There is never a day where I
can simply just float.

Sometimes Mother Nature and Father Sky
Sometimes muses come from unexpected places
The bullied lonely little girl became a published poet
She continues and cheers on children like herself that are loners
Highly sensitive and creative
Never fit the mold
Maybe it was broken
Not sure about the next step other than when I take it
I won’t leap

C@rainbowchaser2022

One step at a time
Viewing vistas
Climbing Mountains
Being the very best possible and even better
Doing the right thing
Caring and helpful
If that makes me a Gutsy Woman
Or you a Gutsy man
Than take me to the higher level
Because I am high striving every moment
For a better place and a better world
Simply the best for the better


C@rainbowchaser2022

The terrain of your loneliness falls under my hands
soft as cinders in a snuffed fire
We have both burned, in our way
and under my breath
Embers ignite, the soft glow
And incandescent heat of our palms, tenderly met
Lanterns in a grey sea
we light as beacons
For our lost ships
calling them
To safe harbor.

Man with no name
Laconic in every frame
Smoking a cigar
Or driving a police car
Westerns or a Cop Thriller
As a Drifter or a Rider
Iconoclastic instant justice
44 Magnum to carry it out without prejudice
Mayor of Carmel
All American Male
Filling cinemas across the globe
East West North or South
Its got to be Clint Eastwood

I used to grow flowers.
Pretty little petals
Sprouted from letters.
Into pretty little paragraphs
Sprouted from words.

Now I only grow lonely.
Ugly little concepts
Sprouted from doubts
Into fetid thoughts
Sprouted from desolation.