When I was a little girl, my parents encouraged me to sing. When they would drink a bit but still be able to function, they would take me to a building in Fayetteville, NC. I was in third grade. I had written lots of simple songs that were similar to those on the radio. Country…
Category: Adventure
Merpeople
(A Follow Up to A Tale of Two Widows https://the-inner-child.com/2019/11/22/a-tale-of-two-widows) Reading time for this piece one minute and thirty-three seconds. Dark Crimson is mindfully mingling withthe full moon’s daunting and luminous light.As my clotting blood was slow to tricklefrom my slender ring less fingers tonight.An enigma of my existence to theMerpeople which I did so…
Pause
my heart paused todaywind took my bright scarf to seaall I saw was you Haiku by Joni 12/31/19 – Picture taken by my husband and best friend
Gratitude
Whispering waters and Loblolly pinesCarolina wrens and Blaze red maplesBreath gave birth to My Father’s earth. Spanish moss and Candleflame LichenDissipate the earthen lands belowWhere My Lord placed kindred beasts. Warming beams creating patinas of colorHoneysuckle and White Butterfly GingerBlooming perfumed color into God’s air. Plentiful harvests adorn tabletops fruitfullyGenerations of seeds germinate family loveRising…
The Lonely Sailor (Part 2)
For Part One click here (Reading time for Part 2 is 6 minutes and 19 seconds) Conscious of the thin sea mist that was clinging to my body, I licked my lips, tasting a hint of salt. My big browns were taking in an exciting array of individuals walking around the boardwalk. Among the men,…
Lonely Sailor (Part One)
I was stealing out into the darkness of the summer night at sixteen. My senses were still on high alert. I quietly close the basement door of my first unshared bedroom. My parents were lifeless, and when last I did dare to peek into their room, my father lay naked as did my mother on…
Harm to Once Clear Waters
Subsisting on algae bloom, chara, and tonewort, In the brackish substance which once was clear, My red haired friend moves beneath the waters. Encountering her beauty in the mornings’ dawn, Close to the water her tail illuminating all colors, Of the rainbows leading fairies to pots of gold. Speaking to me only when land is…
Saved From the Water
Wet sand slowly sinking beneath my weight there is a mugginess to the air it accompanies the endless rays of searing sun so anxious of what powers lay beneath the mystery of the ocean’s layers never grasping how to swim, yet the gravity of the sea calls to me Chilly is the rough briny water…
A Lone Surfer
Still cool white sand stuck between my long salty toes,A tiny swell moved close wetting my dragging jeans,My nose took in through its filtering, yearning hairs,The formidable smell of fish and salt and long lost cares. Leaving my summer clothes on the beach I ran forward,Feeling the sense of freedom the cool water brought,Still strong…
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