Strings of Me

via Daily Prompt: Yarn


You cannot weave me

    into what you want

Hell I can’t even weave myself

    into what I want

Because I’m not sure

    what that is

I am not a pattern

    with precise directions

Nor a nicely laid out

    perfect design

I am more multi-colored strings

    criss crossed randomly

    with high and low points

    twisted pieces

    wound too tightly

    that when pulled too far

    simply unravel

I am yarn that begins one color

    and changes as I wrap

    around and around

    trying to design my life

But maybe I need not design it


    I let life design me



Territory of My Mind

via Daily Prompt: Territory


I love to wander

a territory all mine

it’s no one else’s land

entrance banned

from all outsiders




no horizons

no end

A place

I can run, hide, or seek

I  laze in sun

or weep in cloudy gray

I plod steadily along

with heavy feet

or skip with light heart

This land is mine to own

sometimes it owns me

 a saving grace

or a graceful fall

it doesn’t matter

it’s the only thing

that is all mine