i glimpse a world
a world of change
where birth begins
anew
no more hiding
saving face
clean slate
no black no white
only grey
all unite
a new horizon awaits
hopeful nights
faces revealed
transparent in thy sight
©Regina Phillips May 2022
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Cages, by Kim Ulloa
A silver cage to hold my sorrow, a tarnished one holds my heart,
a small one holds the trust I have, with hinges falling apart;
The rusted ones hold my sadness, another holds my pain,
there’s one without a handle-this one drives me insane;
A shiny one holds my hope, an empty one is locked without a key,
The one hanging in the corner holds the love that no one will ever see.
Adrift
with a Destination
The solitude of
the sea, alone, but not
surrounded
by the endless sea of Anemone
leaving
the likes of despair, sorrow, and fear behind
looking
through the facets of a kaleidoscope starting anew
with
various paths that branch this way and that
giving
me the desire to live to excel to be more
pulled
by the magnetic lure of waters transparent
enticed
by the caress of whispering flowing waves
new
beginnings to continue through this decade as before
or
dive deeper and reach new heights
January makes
a grand entrance with visions of success in and around me
revealing
the hidden beauty of my soul as elegant as a Red Dahlia
and
ready to explore all that's possible
living
excelling
being
more
©Regina
Phillips 07-Jan-2022
Isolated but not Alone
Together we stand apart
Under one sky separated by differences
Uncomfortable silence greets you in passing
Wondering what the others are thinking
Watching and waiting to see who moves first
©Regina Phillips September 2021
The tidal wave of my hoofs
Magnifies the exhilarating freedom
I feel to roam the earth with no atlas
to guide me
The vibration of each gallop echoes along
the shore
As the sun rises and cast many hues of my
watery form
I charge to the cathedral in a whimsical
state of mind to
Erase all the hollow and ghastly
feelings that creep inside
©Regina Phillips July 2021
Washed ashore and lost
I stumbled upon a Cathedral
Wherein I searched my atlas
Waiting to be rescued
The sound of a crows’ echo
was hollow and ghastly
and the whimsical of it all
was the hue of the nights starry full moon
©Regina Phillips 7.29.2021
