The Seasons – Two. Love’s welcoming

The Seasons – Two.  Love’s welcoming     Frostily upon fields of jaded blades, draped in cerulean, amid a million or more brittle diamonds, glistening anew through the hazy golden morning. Garlands brushed in pastels, spring forth, through fragmented drops of white tufted fleece. Gracefully pirouetting in soft flowing Honeysuckle bliss, on feathered notes, the... Continue Reading →

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The Seasons – Three. Summer’s Desire

The Seasons – Three.  Summer’s Desire   Silhouetting, frolicking shimmering emeralds, framed in multi-shaded indigo. Beside splashes and dashes of hurried, hovering specks of grayish hues, and shimmering pearls. Enchantingly romanticized everywhere in daydream reflections and far stares. Conceived, impassionately through the stinging eyes of strain and perspiration. Crashing wearily from unkempt disheveled hair following,... Continue Reading →

The Seasons – One. An Endless Time

The Season's – Finale.  A Pause in Time   Contrasted within a motionless time, the warm pine musically yields softly beneath shodden souls, with a slow tempo harmony of sighs, from this glider, agelessly oxidized. Underneath an arid eve, roughly milled with blood, sweat, and scarred callused hands. Arctic air stirs of crackling fat back,... Continue Reading →

Stardust

Stardust By Ruth A. Cutler 2016 Within the soft whispers, hidden within the soft kisses of an evening breeze, the cherubs played. Raining down loving lullabies on silvery beams. With tender fingers upon framed golden strings. I am carried towards deeper fields of dreams, as soft night falls. Silvery light fades to golden beams, as... Continue Reading →

Lady Spirit

Lady Spirit By Ruth A. Cutler 2016 Two hearts, from the time and ways of old, I became. Sister to one before me, together paving the way. to four more girls who came along. All six for one, and six for all. Wife to three, whose eyes went astray. On little funds, a Mother alone... Continue Reading →

Castaway

Castaway By Ruth A. Cutler 2016   For the Father who got his kicks and left and Mother who sold me like a piece of discarded furniture.   Under crimson skies, two pirated souls on wayward vessels meant for varied foreign soils. Their fleeting passion, quickly gone as their nameless faces. Forgotten like the babe... Continue Reading →

Today

Today by Ruth Cutler 2016   With a piercing shrill, once more I am forced upon another dreadfully, blessed day. Laying in a pool of sweat and tears, a speeding heart and screams fading into whispered echo’s, the alarm shatters, the never ending nightly play of terrors. Grisly visions best kept unsaid and kept away... Continue Reading →

The Mirror

The Mirror By Ruth A. Cutler 2015 Tattered, dog chewed oak legs, worn and faded, hidden in the darkest corner of this room, it's holding captive an oval frame of the same quality. The beveled, silvered glass has flaws, which delights me all the same. Under the golden haze of the single candle near my... Continue Reading →

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