
There is magic in a pen stroke -gws

There is magic in a pen stroke -gws

"It's Spring!" the little songbird sang, excitement trilling in her voice. "It is winter," groaned the sleepy sapling whose roots were enshrouded in icy soil. "But the sun is SO warm," whistled the songbird. "Yes, but the ground is still SO cold," creaked the sapling "Puff up, my small friend, and sleep with me a little longer. When my buds start to sprout, we will both sing a song of welcome for Spring." So the songbird tucked up into a nook in the saplings branches and together they hunkered down to wait for Spring to truly arrive. -gws

If you were to leave right now I'd be just fine I already know how to survive without you You have provided me with years of practice -gws

Roses are red Violets are blue It's February And we invite you To write us a poem A sonnet or song Just let the words out Doesn't have to take long The topic is LOVE Plutonic or true Requited or star-crossed The choice, up to you There's only one rule It must be PG As this is a workplace HR's made the plea Be you wordsmith or comic Just let it flow We'll up-vote our favorites So that way we'll know The contest winner By popular vote So scribble it out And post what your wrote -gws

Everyday I watch you head to war War with the demons in your mind War with your family War with strangers War with me Your war created my PTSD Always triggered You constantly strategize and scrimmage Uncaring about collateral damage Gleefully seeking maximum carnage You roll in the mud of your resentments Wearing them like war paint Screaming with berserker rage Craving vengeful satisfaction Through blood lust and pain Unaware your counting coo trophies Leave you the monster of the story The victim turned villain Doomed in bitterness until the end -gws

He told me resentful tales of taking up arms to slay my demons
I had no demons before him
He was my demon
-gws

One night The stars whispered your name They outlined your image in their sky And I fell -gws

He loved her quietly Though his eyes shouted it to the stars -gws

I am worthy.
I am deserving of feeling good in my body.
I am deserving of comfort.
I am fiercely smart.
I am talented as f😘ck!
-gws

A little storm cloud wanted to be painted in the colors of dawn and so it stood in the sunlight, basking in joy. -gws (photo by me taken while waiting to grab my to-go coffee this morning.)