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

Restoration

Art by Regina

The Wednesday Muse #7

Years of misuse tossed here and there

bumps and bruises appear

A tear of the heart creates a chain reaction

Courage failing desire spent

peeking through a space that wasn’t here before

searching for a glimpse of what once was

Piecing together shards of spirit

thoughts and ideas

to regain a semblance of wholeness

Restoration of faith and strength

returned by the voice of self-preservation

that forges the heart

©Regina Phillips 2019

Star Gazing

Photo Courtesy of Pexels' Paul Basel

The Wednesday Muse #6

The brilliance of city lights out shines the stars at night

nothing to gaze upon, but tall buildings of cement and glass

light reflecting off of glass reflecting off of lights

The joy of country life where night skies are clear and stars are visible

to watch in wonder as lightning bugs flash in and out of darkness

bringing more appeal to the blackness of the sky

Once again the moon rises with hopes of illuminating the hue of blue to transform the city sky with a star or two to gaze and wish upon

©Regina Phillips 2019