No Shelter

Linking with The Sunday Muse #83

"After the Rain" by Cyril Rolando

As I stroll the spacious terrain of emptiness

That once was clustered with a myriad of greenery

I look around and weep at the vast amount of loss

to mankind and animals great and small.

©Regina Phillips 2019

Trapped by Sound

The Sunday Muse #81

Photography by Sarolta Ban

View website HERE

The still of the morn

The call of a melodic tune

Brings creatures great and small

Subdued in the fog of daybreak

To rest reassured that perhaps they are safe

A picture of questions

What is this?

What’s that sound?

Are we indeed safe?

Ears alert eyes transfixed

Waiting in anticipation of what’s next

Paralyzed by a cacophony of rhythmic sounds

Will you help us?

Can you help us?

Help us please!

©Regina Phillips 2018

Beyond the Light

The Sunday Muse #75

Photo Source Courtesy of Alastair Magnaldo

What is it that I see, could it be a playground?

No swings nor slides just ladders and ropes.

Brightly shines the ball of light, should I dare hope!

Where does it lead?  Up and Up some children go;

before me others dare to see the mystery.

They climb and hoist themselves up ropes and ladders.

Shall I too escape the sand and dunes of nothingness,

to be filled with the light of wondrous joy that

 lifts us up and out of this despair.

I to shall follow the light of a new future that

SHINES BRIGHT.

©Regina Phillips 2019

Good Morning

The Sunday Muse #74

Although withered by time

we commune in silence

seeking Grace and Mercy.

At peace with nature

searching for a tune

to cleanse the spirit.

©Regina Phillips 2019

Brighter Days

The Sunday Muse #70

Transfixed by time of yesteryears

Attuned to the gray from black and white

Dreaming of color to brighten the way

Glimpsing a brighter future of beige and cream

©Regina Phillips 2019

Happy 80th Mom

Linking with the Wednesday Muse presented by Toni

The American Sentence prompt

Eight decades will meet my mother tomorrow, she and I thank Jesus.

© Regina Phillips 2019

Breakthrough

Wednesday Photo Prompt

Image Source

A Muse that’s not Wednesday photo prompt By

Carrie Van Horn

Pollinated years ago, discarded and carried by the wind

Trapped beneath the streets paved by cement

Roots have sprouted and traveled near and far

Stems strengthened by rays of sunlight peeking through

Together we breakthrough and bask in the light of day

To rise higher and indulge in life before cement snuffs us out

© Regina Phillips 2019

Captured, yet Free

Linking with The Sunday Muse Photo Prompt #63 Blog courtesy of

Carrie Van Horn

the butterfuly jar by lostinthisphotograph

My body has been captured

yet my spirit lives on.

I relish in the memories of

freedom and flight.

Soaring to heights unknown

my soul will forever travel to no end.

© Regina Phillips 2019

Jazzman

The Sunday Muse #62

I dig deep within my soul

sharing the lost desires of

what once was.

Released from the hold

she had on me.

Yet aching to be held

once again in her loving

arms.

Soulful sounds drift through

my clinched fingers as I play

the ballad you loved so.

I despair in gazing above

my hat to glimpse the sight

of you in the crowd.

Will I survive this glimpse?

Better to dig deeper and

forego the glimpse and

remember what was, but

is now gone.

©Regina Phillips 2019

Into The Depths

The Sunday Muse #61

Photo Artistry by Erik Johansson Master Photo-manipulation Artist

Gazing at the horizon,

I see a canvas of peace and calm

that evades me in this city of

constant noise and social media.

Longing for the serenity of

the wavering blue waters

that merge into the dock where I

contemplate my next move.

As if I were Jeannie, with the blink of an eye

I would be there as the dock greets the water.

©Regina Phillips 2019

Luciousness

Berry vines are so divine.

I think back to childhood memories

of my family and I traveling to

Bellville TX on Hempstead Highway

and stopping to pick berries.

Oh, the lusciousness of fresh pickings

and popping one right into my mouth.

Heaven, my mouth is now watering

for that sweet, sweet taste!

©Regina Phillips 2019

Call to Arms

This is a call to order!

Listen up Felines.

Our humans have lost their mines.

The generic brand food has got to go!

It either stops you up or have you running.

And, I don’t mean chasing a rat either!

Brandish your weapon felines!

©Regina Phillips 2019

Catching the Wave - Sevenling

Photo Courtesy of Pexel

Fierce and high, appearing

as a tunnel, it approaches

high and wide.

Jump, swim, or turn my back?

No matter, dive through

this circular funnel of energy.

Down I go beneath the tidal wave.

©Regina Phillips 2019

Parched, June 8 2019

The Sunday Muse #59

Photography by Carlo Pautasso

In the midday sun

I relish the glow

Thriving on your wetness

By evenings direct light

I curl and wither

Parched by the sun

My pot is drained

Drained of moisture

Weakened by your strength

To let live or to banish

I reach to embrace

The cool feel of you
Clear
Liquid
Agua

It is you alone

That I now desire

© Regina Phillips 2019

Laughter: Ghostly Apparation

Art by Regina

The Wednesday Muse # 11

Remember how you can draw a character with letters?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0bvq1ANNBo

Well, one day after I got out of the shower I wrote the

word boy on the bathroom mirror and I connected

the letters to make a boys’ head.

Well by the time I came out, of course the little boy had

vanished.  So, for the rest of the week, whenever my ex

husband showered the boy would appear.

After the 2nd day, when he exited the shower, he ran to

me all excited and said, “Gina, whenever I get out of the 

shower a little boy keeps appearing in the mirror!

I was shocked and went to see, all the while trying

to contain my laughter; the young man had nearly

faded away.

Well, long story short, I showed him the trick and

it wasn’t so funny to him at that moment.  He thought

he was being visited by a child ghost…LOL.

Priceless!!!!  I could not stop laughing.

In my family, we dub priceless moments and laugh about

them at get togethers!

© Regina Phillips 2019

Partners

The Sunday Muse #58

Photo by Tatiana from Pexels

I stand and wait

wondering who you are

Am I a captive

Your caress says no

It is a caress of ownership

Ownership and Love

Will I ever run as free

as the herd in the wild

These reins say no

As I gaze at you I sense that our desires are the same

Freedom to run and to feel the wind

on our backs as we release the pent-up energy

and the pressures of our life

Companions relying on one another for

a moment in time waiting to run wild

© Regina Phillips 2019

Anguish

The Sunday Muse #57

Photo courtesy of Susie Clevenger

(I thought I saw something about trees when I wrote the earlier Muse #57)

Dear hearts I see

Are you aware

Years have passed

No change

Disappointment abounds

Wake up

Cleanse yourself

Become like new

Redeemers rise up

©Regina Phillips 2019

Holding On

The Wednesday Muse #10

Photo courtesy of Gypsyugal (Pexels)

As a tree stands tall and proud

I receive that strength each day

like a carefree leaf blown by the wind

to travel to and fro living life as I so desire

Standing tall

Holding tight to my beliefs

As you hold onto your roots deep in the soil

Unmovable

yet growing

Spreading like wildfire

Living

Breathing

Changing

Growing

As a tumultuous wind blows

Leaves shake up down and all around

Applauding you

Grateful for the shade the cool breeze

and the strength to keep it together

©Regina Phillips 2019

The Wednesday Muse #10

Longing

Photo courtesy of Pixabay by Pexels

The Wednesday Muse #9 Anniversary

An anniversary of not having an anniversary

Missing something that has long departed

Be it your father, your mother, sibling or friend

Something that once was but is no longer or never was

An anniversary of longing, bittersweet

©Regina Phillips 2019

What Awaits

The Sunday Muse #56

I’ve traveled 125 miles

With nothing in sight

Finally reached my destination

Haven’t been home in years

Everything has changed but

Some things remain the same

I’m still on the outside looking in

Giving it one last shot

To fit in the box or

Ride with the wind

©Regina Phillips 2019

In the Beginning

The Sunday Muse #55

Photo courtesy of

"Fruition"  Painting by Autumn Skye
Artwork Website

Zen

I find my peace in meditation and prayer

New life soon approaching

Happiness awaits Blessed day

My peace shall be your peace

To commune with the spirits

And find that place of calm

And welcome you as one with the world

Zen

©Regina Phillips 2019

Taking Flight

The Sunday Muse #54

Photo courtesy Robert Langham

Life is a balancing act as fragile as a baby bird

At time sending me into spirals as black as a crow

And other times granting me a glimmer of light

Surviving life on the edge then finding the courage

to step off the ledge and soar to new heights

reaching, discovering and attaining everything

that was once beyond my reach

No longer locked in darkness

chained without chains

Faith restored

strength regained

my voice being heard

self-awareness preserved

©Regina Phillips 2019