Wondrous Fragile Mortal Thing

I posted this poem on my other blog, but thought it would also be appropriate to share it here.

Really Do Come True

Photo by Ester Marie Doysabas on Unsplash

Wondrous fragile mortal thing

Safely hidden in my womb

How you cause my heart to sing

How you make my soul take wing

Freshly woven flesh on loom

Wondrous fragile mortal thing

And yet I feel fear’s harsh sting

Defying whispers from the tomb

How you cause my heart to sing

Joy anew morning will bring

Breaking through these years of gloom

Wondrous fragile mortal thing

To this hope I firmly cling

Resisting dark, fighting doom

How you cause my heart to sing

Here you are now, my offspring

Tender bud about to bloom

Wondrous fragile mortal thing

How you cause my heart to sing

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An exercise in description…


She sat cross-legged on the floor, her mind wandering about as her fingers typed madly at the bedraggled laptop perched precariously on her knees.

The house was still, but not too still. It held the sort of silence that was cozy, like an old blanket, broken in and soft in all the right places. It was made up of simple things; the lulling drone of the air conditioner, the small rustling sounds of the cats prowling about, the nondescript hum of outside noises drifting in from under the door.

I’m going to start trying to challenge myself by writing more regularly. I haven’t been writing creatively at all and in the past, the best way I found to get past that “block” was to just start typing whatever popped into my head. Today’s tiny excerpt is totally unoriginal, as I just ended up describing myself writing right now, but hey! It’s something, right?


intensity of desire


consumed by internal fire


needing what I don’t require


a pursuit that doesn’t tire


always reaching just a little higher


Longing by Toni L.A. Clegg