Abstract Spring

Like a freshly born colt you wobble
with unused legs through the beginnings
of spring the sun so blinding you can hardly see
your eyes not use to direct contact
with its rays in many ways it all feels like too much so much
to do to feel to express to exchange to notice to expect to experience
a discombobulated mess of thought and anticipation blending
colors and winters depth freshness
bitter winds and just when you have an idea
how to move beyond (more…)

Expectations Weight

Photo By: Carrie

Photo By: Carrie

** This post is in response to this week’s writing challenge: As you may expect, this week’s writing challenge is about expectations: the expectations you set for yourself, or the expectations you set in your writing. You can find more expectations HERE (more…)