Mena's Memories

Leaving a land and a people that she loved Mena tried to find a home .

When you gather in My name

When you gather, I am there, not in My body to be fair. You need to close your eyes to see. Open your senses to what’s Me.

Cinquain #6

Old man fine lines of age threading their way around corners of his eyes, break into a smile.

Cinquain #5

Mountains with crests of snow look somber and sleepy as mists of dawn creep slow.

Cinquain #4

Scrawny cats gather close. A bevy of them meet on the gravel sand discussing conquests.

Cinquain #3

I learned to watch the sands of shifting friendships sink like tides that ebb and flow with wind pushing.

Cinquain #2

Her voice a cruel thrust plunged deep into his mind. Cold shivers made a ladder of his spine.

Cinquain #1

Light spills breaking shadows weaves a patchwork of hues painter’s dreamscape etched into his palette

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