Stealth

 

Soundlessly I wait

Watching through infrablue lens

Seeing everything that evades me

Waiting for that which appeals my taste buds

©Regina Phillips, August 2021

Shipwreck

 

Washed ashore and lost

I stumbled upon a Cathedral

Wherein I searched my atlas

Waiting to be rescued

the sound of a crows’ echo

was hollow and ghastly

and the whimsical of it all

was the hue of the nights starry full moon

 

©Regina Phillips 7.29.2021

The Choice is Yours

 

The tidal wave of my hoofs

Magnifies the exhilarating freedom

I feel to roam the earth with no atlas to guide me

The vibration of each gallop echoes along the shore

As the sun rises and cast many hues of my watery form

I charge to the cathedral in a whimsical state of mind to

Erase all the hollow and ghastly feelings that creep inside.

 

©Regina Phillips July 2021

Touristastic Day in Akihabara

Goku & Fire Fist Ace

The Wednesday Muse #1

On my vacation to Japan I visited Akihabara

Mandarake has awesome anime figures

Dragonball Z and One Piece are my favorite

One stop at the Pokémon Center MEGA Tokyo and

then onward to Maid Café for entertainment and food

Farm Life

The Sunday Muse

A breathtaking, beautiful horizon across the pastures.

Thoughts of days gone by, yesteryear, as I load

the truck for today's sales.  A treasure of blossoms

to brighten a heart, to lift a spirit and to freshen the air.

Time waits for no one.  At the break of dawn, I shall

travel many miles to bring smiles of delight to

homes of the unknown.

As dusk descends I travel home for a

a festive sanctuary of stews and bread and to

add a bouquet of wondrous colors to lighten the

burden of farm life and struggles to survive.

Yet again I arise to smell the flowers.

©Regina Phillips 2019

A Spell Broken -- ReAwakened

Poets United

This is my first attempt at writing Prose. This Pantry of Prose #1 is the brainchild of
Magaly Guerrero, Poets United.

A Spell Broken

A shadow within mahogany leaves, as one we escaped upward, searching for freedom.  My journey begins again as I am reawakened by the water flowing from beneath earths’ soil.  My desire to move forward and emerge visibly stronger than before was witnessed by a couple enjoying a mid-day drink.

I appeared strange to the couple, my attire spoke of an elegant queen, dressed for an occasion that reminded them of nuptials and love.  My mahogany lace gown, as pristine as the day it all began.  I asked the question, “What day is it?”  Six months have passed and I wonder who has searched for me.

As I walked past the onlookers, in search of the one who stole my heart and encased me within the cement of blood red vines, my thoughts run to and fro thinking and remembering.  Where are you, my betrothed, Blaine?  I am no longer dazed nor confused by the spell you cast.

I shudder to know why your desire to deceive me in such a manner came to this?  I remember our last moments together clearly.  Everything is falling into place, I am no longer confused.  I now know why my best friend failed to appear when I called her.  It’s no coincidence that you appeared when she should have.  I’ve been a fool.

The two people I loved and trusted most, cast me aside as if I was nothing and continued on with their lives as one.

The desire to find and punish diminishes as I realize that I am now free to be who I desire to be.

©Regina Phillips 2019

This Prose is born from a poem published on The Sunday Muse #44

ReAwakened

Photo credit of Emily Soto

Lace, lattice of mahogany leaves entwined

as one to travel upward.

Thoughts of emerging from invisible to visible.

Vibrantly awakened, dazed yet not confused.

A journey continued from days long passed.

Searching to find what was once mine,

in hopes to be the betrothed once more.

Longing, desiring boldly to be...

© Regina Phillips 2019

Moriggan

The Sunday Muse
Photo Courtesy of "Be Free" by Magic Love Crow

Shadows of black and white,

an interlude of gray.

Corvusheart and AmazonWarrior,

heart to heart.

What thoughts are transpiring?

United as one in battle,

dependent on one another.

Amazon Warrior will you save me from the

despair of flightless battle as you emerge?

Yes, Corvusheart, as the battle ensues

your Goddess of War and Death, Moriggan,

will defeat those who desire to ensnare you.

Corvusheart your intelligence and adaptability

Is now mine to use as we surge into battle.

Upon victory we shall be whole again.

© Regina Phillips 2019

ReAwakened

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/

Photo credit of Emily Soto

Lace, lattice of mahogany leaves entwined

as one to travel upward.

Thoughts of emerging from invisible to visible.

Vibrantly awakened, dazed yet not confused.

A journey continued from days long passed.

Searching to find what was once mine,

in hopes to be the betrothed once more.

Longing, desiring boldly to be...

© Regina Phillips 2019

Family

The Sunday Muse

Protected! Encased in love.

Ready for what may come.

The village, my family.

As one we live, we learn, we give.

Art, history, and tradition

passed on from day to week,

from week to month and month to year.

A tribe unified in beauty and heritage

extending the torch from young to old,

in hopes that this story will continue to be told.

©Regina Phillips 2019

As One

The Sunday Muse #42

The fight and happiness of red and yellow

Exudes danger and caution

Together form a joyous union of harmonization.

War and Peace meld together unleashing

Balance, warmth, determination, and Freedom.

No red blood or yellow joy,

Just orange sunshine stimulating fun.

Fire and Passion, Stallion and Mare

A glorious union.

© Regina Phillips 2019

Rebirth

The Sunday Muse

Relaxing on this breezy, sunny afternoon

Partaking in the lusciousness of sweet pears

Paired with the beauty presented by

An ivy vine escaping the depths of an

Empty barista bottle that holds no life

Green; captivating life, energy, and renewal.

©Regina Phillips 2019