Lost in the Stars (looking up)

She’s watching, jotting down all her thoughts and dreams and absent minded trains… Waiting for the time when you ask her. That way, she’ll know what to say, how to say it and just the right way to sound. She hopes that you’ll approve, want to hear more and listen with intent. But she knows…

The Unknown

galaxies beguile and beckon, mouths of black holes yawn. I face the unknown, bent of body, but bright of mind, not fearing the dawn of old age that comes to all stars, planets, and man. I face the unknown, time running through my fingers like grains of silvered sand. ©️Kaddie Tucker 2018 More from this…

Come at Me, Life

Most days life just passes by in a rush. Things are so uninteresting and monotonous that you don’t even remember them happening. But eventually there always comes a bump in the road that jars you out of your reverie and forces you to take action; to change; and the very thought of it is frightening….

this poem is not about laundry

this poem might be about laundry or maybe it’s a memoir about laundry or maybe it is symbolism of what goes wrong a symptom of what is wrong all i know  is we fell in love & we were invincible & life was a game to play even at the laundromat washing and drying and…

Lyre

When distance grew I tried to strain My eyes The silhouette of you I spied Until I couldn’t crane My neck another inch to view The places that so heavenly you flew With letters sent I’d so remain Inside A well, my water spent Of pride A fracture on a plane Of glass that I…

In Another World

When shadows overlap, they merge to become darker, denser. That’s what we see, at least. But what if in another world, their merging created a story; something deep and meaningful. What if, even for the briefest of moments, somewhere out there something magical happens when two shadows meet. So maybe, just maybe, in another world,…

Fickle Things

Oh what fickle a thing time is. We think we have all the time in the world so we keep putting things off for another day. We wait for the time to be just right, for those “special” days, and in doing so, we miss out on a huge chunk of our lives. Oh what…