Skeleton Face Clock

Staring in the face of time

Watching moments go by with

Casualty, joy, and sadness.

Gazing at the caliber

Knowing this powerhouse is the force

That determines my destiny.

I stare at the skeleton face watch

Drawn not at the complex design

But of the minutes

Hand ticking during its rotation

Capturing my reminders of

Missed moments and late effects.

The glare from the clear glass face has me wonder

What happens when time stops?

Is that the end of our fate, our time?

Why can't we rewind the minutes, hours, and days

To change our wrongful path?

Why doesn't risk come with a loud alarm?

Tears embedded in my eyes

Slowly dropping one by one

Throat clenching

Pressured heart aching

With a threaded pulse.

I look up and ask myself

Why is life revolved around time?

Why can't life reverse itself when the timing is wrong?

I place my watch down and walk away

With a deep inhale

And perplexed exhale

As this moment drifts away with others

By the wings that hold my fate.

Dawn Piecham

Dawn is a native of Somerville, Mass. and has earned a bachelors degree in nursing and is currently working on her masters degree in nursing. A natural born caregiver, Dawn is a loving wife and mother of three boys with another on the way! She is proud to be able to say that she simply adores her family. While all of this is very apparent to those who know her, Dawn has been hiding the fact that she is an incredibly talented writer from us for years! We are so happy to welcome Dawn to our ever-growing Storytellers family. 

Beautiful Distraction . . .

What do you want me to say?

That you are a beautiful distraction?  

Well, you are.

Some days I just accept it

and accept you

just being there

sitting in the corner of my thoughts

camped out in some armchair

with a smirk

on your beautiful face.

Because you know.

You know

that you hold

a power over me.

You know

that you hold 

me captive.

You know 

that every time 

you pop into my life

my heart races

and my hands tremble.

You
are the ultimate distraction

from anything

and everything 

that I ought to be doing.

So, instead of finding focus

and being productive

I just sit here, 

captivated,

as I watch you

in the corner of my mind.

And think to myself

how incredibly beautiful you are.

Penelope Jones

Penelope is a free-spirited, tell it like it is poet and storyteller.
  
Much of her work is done by free-writing, which is the "spill it out and don't look back" approach.  
It's honest, pure, sometimes rough and always raw.  She, like so many of us,  has seen tragedy and felt triumph, 
all of which echoes through her words beautifully.  

She is a light, a true beacon and an excellent traveling companion for those who like to trek unbeaten paths.  
She believes in adventure, in packing light, that cussing is therapeutic and that love is always worth it.