Artificial attempts scrape the surface of real work Driving until bald tires blowout does not consider miles traveled instead only highlights losing sight of that goal Victory, undoubtedly found, happens when you replace those wheels and embrace the propensity of hope photo:Pixabay prompts: Poets on the Page, Five Minute Friday/Write 31 Days, #PoetteerChat, WP Daily Post, #PoeVerse Continue reading False Starts
Dismissed as idle waves dangerous demigods preach denouncing the logic I crave delivering falsehoods in every speech Is there any hope if one is blindly followed in desperate attempts to cope its poison willingly swallowed So many flaws in the plastic veneer subtle messages and direct threats combine sadly mobs emulate that sneer stepping over every line Off that cliff we go overturned by misperception … Continue reading Whistle Stop
Study the scars raised and raw Excluded needing embrace a silent tribute Hear the cries desperate and clear acute whimpering beckons a soft plea Taste the tears spilled and spilled again urgent needs revealed a call to action And on this day, participation the savory scent of a new day dances on the winds of change International Day for the Eradication of Poverty 17 October … Continue reading Eradication
photo: Flickr prompts: Poets on the Page, Five Minute Friday/Write 31 Days, WP Daily Post, #ClassyWrite, #PoettteerChat *One of today’s prompts requires it to be handwritten Continue reading Break Up
Sometimes that old cuckoo refuses to sing, aware that robbed time can create a most beautiful mess Sometimes those rivers of time flowing swiftly by get stuck in clumsy eddies, creating nature’s nurseries of future plans Sometimes, somehow the prospect of a quiet pause proposes a reconsideration of each projection and each intention, making room for a new song photo: mine prompts: Poets on the Page, Five … Continue reading Cuckoo’s New Song
If only I had words I’d arrange the letters and write promises across the sky If only I had the brush of an artist I’d stroke vibrant colors and paint your picture by the sea If only I had the eyes of a prophet I’d find the answers to every question and see the shelter in the storm If only I had been strong, if … Continue reading Mea Culpa
Originals, just a memory tender spring greens hidden beneath burnt orange harbingers of death But to give thanks for this rich palette, celebrating all that was in comforting hues… such is my call Subdued, my worry subsides as I live in this moment anointed in its splendor, inoculated from the cold which follows photo: Pixabay prompts: Poets on a Page, Five Minute Fridays/31 Days, #Poetteer Chat, … Continue reading Autumn
Back when his eyes were bright and his back was strong he could do it all On paper, the world was his Events unfolded, as they should, and his freedom became tethered to self-imposed visions of grandeur, fear of the unknown stole some of the shine Youth, they say, is wasted on the young Spending time looking for an opening, an attempt to escape the … Continue reading Final Ride
Ssshh…. Come closer I’ve got a secret It’s over, I’ve found closure All the times you told me dreams were meant for fools and I believed you, I believed you Yeah, I obeyed all the rules Wasn’t it a slow spiral that spin down the wrong path almost lost my way following you almost let my hopes crash But then I took a chance pinned … Continue reading Ssshh…
It’s all the same except when it’s not A taste of forbidden fruit, sweet except when it’s not That half-moon wheel of pungent cheese, exquisite except when it’s not the lure of an impeccable blend of flavors and a plate of colors meant to entice, seductive except when they are not Perhaps a test… because sometimes that bounty of sweetness borders on bitter and the … Continue reading A Matter of Taste
Courting the desire to slip on something new a new day a new thought a new identity a new way of being a new me a new you Tantalizing possibilities provoke action interest builds interest grows interest blossoms interest fosters action a new you a new me Even if uncomfortable that leap is tempting expectations set expectations defined expectations expect expectations linger a new me … Continue reading New Days
Embracing an empty space, that small hollow between dreams and reality, the path to success shines and might not be so scary after all Because when silence fills that void and rushes in on angel wings, tender voices whisper simple answers — always there after all And when all the sharp edges the cage of hesitation built fall away slowly, steadily, new open spaces emerge … Continue reading After All
