Resolute in her defiance   Staring straight at the camera, resolute in her defiance, certain, she would not let the cancer diagnosis, define her, her life, her path, her choices, next steps she would take...   She was scared, terrified, crying, shaken, devastated, as in an abusive relationship, but she was strong, defiant, ready for what came next, for whatever it takes...   Ten years later, thinking, about that awful moment, the cancer long in remission, two children later, a future, what she had dreamed of, what she had made at last...

Thank you so much

stripped of names of structure, of meaning words within the pages with the labels ripped off not being able to judge the books by their covers having to reach down to open the treasure

this was the original versin - shortest before frustration turned to rage Quickly snapping the picture my hand filling the frame, catching the moment before frustration turned to rage Rubbing his brow, hiding behind a mask of regret, the therapist's chair a prison court-ordered mediation again

before frustration turned to rage – v4 Watching him across the room like a caged animal ready, you could almost see gears turning as his mind was working, reeling. Rubbing his brow, worrying his beard, hiding behind a mask of regret, the therapist's chair a prison - court-ordered mediation again. Like a coiled wire tightened ready to spring, to pounce, he sat there angry, waiting for the session to begin. Quickly snapping the picture my shaking hand filling the frame, furtively catching that moment before frustration turned to rage. =============== edited December 15, 2018 before frustration turned to rage – v4 https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2018/12/before-frustration-turned-to-rage-v4.html edited December 15, 2018 before frustration turned to rage – v3 https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2018/12/before-frustration-turned-to-rage-v3.html edited December 15, 2018 before frustration turned to rage – v2 https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2018/12/before-frustration-turned-to-rage-v2.html edited December 15, 2018 before frustration turned to rage – v1.5 https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2018/12/before-frustration-turned-to-rage-v15.html December 15, 2018 before frustration turned to rage https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2018/12/before-frustration-turned-to-rage.html 12/15/18 my response https://twitter.com/raymondafoss/status/1073901216051183623 December 14, 2018 writing prompt “How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see!” https://twitter.com/RealisticPoetry/status/1073608954616283144 a picture with the left edge blurred of a bearded man sitting deep in an oversized brown leather chair, gray pants, black shirt, his right hand over his brow,his face not really visible Realistic Poetry https://twitter.com/RealisticPoetry/

a call from the heavens a call from the heavens the moon speaking to me a warmth in the spotlight the celestial glow a message in brightness speaking to my spirit calming me fully strengthening my resolve ================== October 10, 2018 a call from the heavens https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2018/10/a-call-from-heavens.html

the hilt of the knife - v2 the hilt of the knife held by an invisible hand stirring the cosmos a swirl of orange, a circle of yellow a thrust, sudden motion the sun like a grape pierced by the blade, the sovereign of night hastening the dying of day, the light

the hilt of the knife held by an invisible hand a swirl of orange, a circle of yellow pierced by the blade, the sovereign of night hastening the dying of day, the light

a knife cut a knife cut through the corona the edge of the sun alive, on fire or jabbed through, maybe an eye ablaze with false color orange and yellow where baby blues should be

Flight Flight, released, untethered, freed from the mortal coil an act of will, of liberation from our belief structure from the weights that bind us that hold us to the earth