Apricity, which means "the warmth of sun in winter," was first recorded use in 1623 in Henry Cockeram's dictionary called A Interpreter of Hard English Words. I've been waiting all winter for a moment of apricity when the clouds would break and it wouldn't be so polar outside that one couldn't feel warmth despite sunshine.... Continue Reading →
“DIY” ~ My Life’s Soundtrack
This song dropped this morning at 12:00 AM EST and I had already fallen in love with it when I saw a teaser for the first verse on Instagram. It is gritty, and foul mouthed, and raw, and has so much ugly truth that too many women I know understand. There are women who get... Continue Reading →
even under ice
even under ice shoots of green grass grow stronglyseeking slivers of sunshineundeterred by winter‘s coldbe thou like the grass ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Tanka, the muse Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.
winter
winter once seemed a sad wasteland both dead and bare everything in cold darkness yet the grass grows under snow to bird songs ringing ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Tanka, the muse Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.
your youthful shyness
your youthful shynessand nervousness makes me blush every single time ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ senru (haiku about a human), the muse
timing
maybe you’re right and it never was about a lack of desire to stay maybe it just happened that we met at the wrong timeeven so…i grieve the loss of a love i never tasted because of timing
goodnight
goodnight he whispered at the moon drifting slowly across his sky as if he’d been speaking to her it didn’t matter that she would not hear him as he woke in his day and she faded into her night alone he thought tenderly of her © Gwendolyn Raczkowski, 2017-2022, All Rights Reserved. ⁂ Follow the link below for more #poetry, #prose, and #philosophicalmusings from The Kintsukuroi Life.
nothing left
i spent every ounce of energy and feelingevery hope and dream and prayerkeeping myself together with himtrying to be enough for himthin enoughfit enoughquiet enoughperfect enough excusing every horror he threw at meuntil there was nothing left of me ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Free verse, the muses Inspired by Promptarium.