Visiting Worthville Beach, Randleman NC

A beautiful eyesore of a place worth visiting (bring a trash bag)  Worthville Beach Dam with piles of clothing, debris, and remnants of a campfire.—photo by author. I am happy to visit any place with the word “beach” attached to it. But don’t get too excited about “Worthville Beach” popping up on your “places to … Continue reading Visiting Worthville Beach, Randleman NC

Misunderstood (i have been a flower in a tree)

a free verse poem Image by Kranich17 from Pixabay i have been a flower in a tree.i have been so high up, no one could seethe immeasurable me, the impetuous me the always, always superfluous me this is what happenswhen a tree has its leaves on upside down, when the roots don’t growunderground and the … Continue reading Misunderstood (i have been a flower in a tree)

A Pier No More

an original poem by Christina Ward Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay We were an old pier, standing in the sea,pilings caked with barnacles, ravaged by the currents,our foundation weak. We waited for the tides to displace us,unplug us from our feeble grip on shifting sands…for the sea to bring us to our knees. The sandy currents burn with salt lifenibbling … Continue reading A Pier No More

Swallow Me Whole

a poem of Contemplation Image from Pixabay Beneath this earthso many souls. In this groundright where I stand,my bare-heeled ache on the grit;do they linger here? Do their solemn hazes pass me by as my breath drifts meone day to the next?Am I aware ofthat chill, that pressure in the airshifting, disturbing,a moaning whisper to myhuman ears?Does it shift me? I … Continue reading Swallow Me Whole

Ladybug Journeys

a poem of a quiet afternoon A ladybug journeys up Hawkweed stem searching for another Dark-spotted red bug with which to fly high the ladybug labors on… A squirrel scampers through leaf litter and soil searching for another Nut she had buried  some time ago Spring the squirrel labors on… Chickadee and titmouse nuthatch and goldfinch searching for another Black sunflower seed or millet or … Continue reading Ladybug Journeys

The Waters Run Clean Through Me

a poem about the North Carolina Mountains Deep in the North Carolina wood nestled between steep mountainous  rises, a gorge, through which run waters, crisp and cool and clean. A bench waits there for my soul. The waters run clear, cross rock and moss, with dribbling sounds and meandering thoughts of the distant seas. The canopy hangs over.  Shady oasis of … Continue reading The Waters Run Clean Through Me

On Dappling Pond

a poem about the beautiful Mandarin duck and the not-so-beautiful Muscovy duck Mandarin duck, On Dappling Pond White, crisp half-moon,   the blue crested melt   to ruddy hind swoop. Tawny wings tucked under,   belted by royal blue. Sleek chest, brazen   blue as ocean-deep. Neck ringed in   maple majesty lace.      … Continue reading On Dappling Pond

The Calf Song — a poem

The Calf Song From the backside of a smileI rise, discontented. Inside my eyelids a dream sleepsbetween measureskeeping the beat,each a credulous mark upon my heart song. The calf lies waiting,wobbly legs unableto bear its load upon its hoof and foot. It stands, behind my eyesrising in ignorant content. It cannot sing my songor read … Continue reading The Calf Song — a poem

A Stunning Prose piece, Recurring Dreams Of a Happy Child

Of Water and other Dreamy Things I  had the BIGGEST IMAGINATION when I was a child. One recurring dream I had was that our house was full of water and I could swim all around in it like a big aquarium. Now, I am sure there are all kinds of interpretations of this, but for … Continue reading A Stunning Prose piece, Recurring Dreams Of a Happy Child