Blindsided right between the eyes.
An uppercut to the heart,
A blow to the solar plexus.

I did not see that coming.
The wounds still smart
The purple bruises lay under the skin

I did not see it coming
Nor even sense it was there.
My own blind stupidity.

I think I’ve already fought this fight
100 times or so
It’s boring, goes nowhere.

Build it up and break it down
Find fault point fingers
Never make anything worth holding on to.

I need a new partner
I need to create something new.
Sick of fighting a battle that has no end;

Nothing to say
No bridge to cross
No road to take
No stone to toss.

There was a chance
In a fleeting moment
It’s come and gone
No longer potent

A dream was dreamed
For a little while
There was pleasure
There was a smile.

Then it suddenly
Occurred to me
What I thought was two
Might have been three

Or four or more
It’s a possibility.
It tore right though me
A dark malignancy.

Detaching now
Regain my balance
With feet on the ground
I’ll meet the challenge.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture from Google Images

The sky blazed that evening
Before the darkness came
It was wild
With songs from long ago
Fortelling the future.

Oh how I reached for something
To hold it there
To keep the fuschia clouds
At my fingertips,
To keep the shining sun
At the perfect mark on the horizon

I could hold onto nothing.
Darkness came unbidden
Teeny pinpricks of starlight
Quivered my skin
The inky enigmatic air
Soothed and horrified me.

I fled like the wind that blew
To the comfort of what was known
What could be seen
To the simple and the beautiful
Knowledge that
I am.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture taken by me January 14, 2017  Pass-a-Grille Beach, Florida

The hole was dug
Deep….dark….cold
It was easy to fall into

There was nothing to fill it with
But time

Might be better
to find
A path in a different direction.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture from Google Images