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