Unbroken

Time after time after time again I’ve thought of you thought of moments we shared thought of moments we’ve lost I’ve written a thousand letters I’ve composed a million notes I’ve had endless conversations in my head alone In some, I rant my accusations pointed In some, I bargain to lessen this distance between us In some, I weep — the loss of you too … Continue reading Unbroken

Shared Lives

  My daughter says she listens to the sound of my feet shuffling each morning, my slippers scuffing well-worn carpet as if on automatic pilot.   Even behind her closed door, she feels me move.   Years spent locked in joint struggle does that. Or it doesn’t. We were lucky.   This new life, the daily battle to make do with what we had, to … Continue reading Shared Lives

War

  Safety and fear intertwine Corruption abided by rules and regulation All the while, the swain tramps across the fen to swear allegiance under the gibbous moon   The waif, brunette hair matted by neglect, slinks into the corner of a garage filled with weapons she can not name Her lilliputian life, the perfect cover to grasp all that had once been taboo   Once … Continue reading War

Migration

  I see you. Mired in madness, struggling to be free, you search for a way out. Embrace this journey as those butterflies in your stomach feel more like carnivorous crabs piercing the pit of your soul. Sometimes we must descend into darkness. Sometimes we must view reality through a skewed lens to gain perspective. I see you. We belong to the same kind, the … Continue reading Migration

Little Ballerina

  Imagination stands in the road, conducting music, ubiquitous as a little girl dreams She is a prima ballerina dancing in the clouds Rain, no match as she clutches her skirt in her hands Her steps measured, softened by the mist Arabesque, En Avant, Chassé   Her arms hold a dozen invisible roses as she moves… chassé, chassé Skies simmer as she raises her sapling … Continue reading Little Ballerina

With Hope

truth silenced in the confessional   rumor of prayer rumor of mercy   she does not speak of nightmares instead she paints the sky   truth established in tradition   rumor of meandering boundaries rumor of desiccated trust   she does not speak of crossed lines instead she watches eagles fly   truth scorched in layers of disbelief   rumor of auspicious intentions rumor of … Continue reading With Hope

Wake Up

In the spirit of Halloween… Fog’s rolling in those giants brewing up trouble potent potions bubble over fires stoked with bones and rubble The air is thick that smoke slowly smothering ethereal shapes suffering over cries cut short witches sputtering In the midst of terror awareness pins salvation somewhere above the din Escape from this nightmare for those willing to try garnered with simple electricity … Continue reading Wake Up

Build A Bridge

Because life can turn you Upside down and Inside out, leading you astray Learn to build bridges Don’t delay Anything is possible Before too much slips away Remember this won’t last forever Instead of memorializing mistakes and Dates spent in the muck Go on, build that bridge Everything is new once you get unstuck photo:Pixabay prompts: Poets on the Page, Five Minute Friday/Write 31 Days, … Continue reading Build A Bridge

Getaway

Captivated as rhythmic waves preach Sea shells and smooth stones each a serene meditation designed to teach on the windswept dunes of a beach Seeking sustenance just out of reach I rearranged my expectation and filled my soul with enough to eat on this perfect vacation photo: PublicDomainPictures.net prompts: Poets on the Page, Five Minute Friday/Write31Days, WP Daily Post Continue reading Getaway

Peace

Grandmother’s garden, a place of blooming peace bouquets of memories, soothing peace Antique roses and honeysuckle vines, my favorite scent tended with aged hands and unassuming peace When cool winds blew each year and blossoms faded smoke and spice filled the air, oozing peace The essence of time recycling followed no disappointment, no losing peace A chance to begin again as seeds were sown in … Continue reading Peace

Abandonment

Those final hours a time for reflection bitterness swathed in pitiful introspection he ticked off each sin enjoying the wrath his power incurred he’d lost sight of this world too late, regret deferred arrogance tightly bound and furled Greed fueled his lust for more pride came at a high cost he knew not was in store as Judgement named what was lost Confronted by the … Continue reading Abandonment

False Starts

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

Whistle Stop

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

Following Footsteps

Followed disappearing footsteps in the sand slipped on rocks wet with morning dew followed disappearing footsteps in the sand dreams just out of reach I pursue almost unlocked the secrets and then slipped on rocks wet with the morning dew Still, I climbed again, again, and again in the park where millions roam almost unlocked the secrets and then succumbed to lost soul’s syndrome Nevertheless … Continue reading Following Footsteps

Balance

A million stars illustrate possibilities a row of white oleander sets boundaries words from ancient texts to share wisdom pages torn from the daily news to define contrast A balance swinging good and evil right and wrong gain and loss eternity rolls choices rock infinity rules with pure energy photo: Pixabay prompts: Poets on the Page, Five Minute Fridays/Write 31 Days, WP Daily Post, Verse … Continue reading Balance

Counting to Ten

Catch my breath, count to ten waiting to make sense of the senseless Fact and fiction blend One more minute waiting two different ways to see life so sweet, if only my knees would stop shaking Three corners in the same angle four sides to every box I’ll take my chances time to disentangle Time ticking fast Hands gripping, conventions smashed Adventure, my new neighbor … Continue reading Counting to Ten

Runaway Train

Can’t get off this train barreling down tracks skewed a little to the left, to the right Meticulously laid by those who create the future while running from the past In-depth plans malleable trusting in blind faith and blank stares of willing riders unaware as they crash photo: Pexels prompts: Poets on the Page, Five Minute Fridays/Write 31 Days, WP Daily Post, #PoetteerChat Continue reading Runaway Train

Decree

Fragile faith shattered as the sunrise bled through darkness a solitary candle offered a glimpse of light, flickering Regret, an option far wiser than despair, played in the shadows that single piece of mail shredded beneath a cold window Shameful as it might be, what was passed was decidedly in the past And so she welcomed the new day filling her space with hope photo: … Continue reading Decree

Cuckoo’s New Song

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

Mea Culpa

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