𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱. 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜🖋 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐌𝐬! 🚫

Witches are never gone.
They live among us.
They are all the
beautiful, skilled,
strong and kind
women we all know.
They will ride again
no matter thunder,
lightening, or rain,
as they fear no storm.

s.b.

#poetry #witches

Kind of.

She’s woven from
stories older than stars.
An old soul that has
been places that
only the wild knows.

s.b.

#poetry

☹️

Your bones from past lives are still buried somewhere on this earth.

Locked away in her life.
Choking back tears.
Hiding her true feelings.
There was only
one who really knew.
She felt there was
nothing else she could do.

s.b.

#poetry

November is both beautiful and brutal. It is the best month for dark poetry.

Witches are never gone.
They live among us.
They are all the
beautiful, skilled,
strong and kind
women we all know.
They will ride again
no matter thunder,
lightening, or rain,
as they fear no storm.

s.b.

#poetry #witches

Thanks Shelley. I love that.

Your bones from past lives are still buried somewhere on this earth.

Locked away in her life.
Choking back tears.
Hiding her true feelings.
There was only
one who really knew.
She felt there was
nothing else she could do.

s.b.

#poetry

November is both beautiful and brutal. It is the best month for dark poetry.

Yes, that too.

Pure poetry.

Sunday night ritual.
A warm mug of tea,
a quiet heart and a
spell of stillness.
You’ve earned this
stillness for rest is
sacred to refill your
energy for tomorrow. 🫖

Repeat in the morning but with coffee to keep that energy flowing.

G’night

The moon has
the power to
make poets
write nothing
into magnificent
everything.

s.b.

#poetry #moon

In every heart there is a corner of wilderness that no one can reach.

Thank you
and back at you. 🙂

YouTube video by Cher Cher - If I Could Turn Back Time (Official Video)

You can—one hour today (Sunday). Cher with a friend as a reminder.

Have mercy for who you are, and patience for who you will become.

Have a nice day Dash man.

Good morning.

You know the first sip is always the best. ☕️

Field of sunset.

A women’s intuition is the oldest magic in existence.

Never apologize…

I have all that I wanted, now losing the want to have it.

Poetry is testimony of
how our ancestors
carried our voices in
their DNA for centuries.

s.b.

#poetry #ancestors #DNA

November is upon us.
Cool, grey, misty days
are nostalgic memories of
things and people long gone.
This November morning
will it rain or will it snow.
Time will tell as only
the day will know.

s.b.

#poetry #november

TY 😴 ✨

🙏🏻✨🙂