Every day we turn on the news at 8
Every day brings another heartache
Bombs of the battlefield are now placed
In the offices of our elected officials
Intended to turn their bodies into a bloody paste
Though from our warm living rooms and plush armchairs
It doesn’t seem all that bad.
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The wind whispers the words of ghosts haunting my memory in flashes of sweet, silent clarity,
and I remember.
I remember souls reaching as waves grasping for shore
And I remember joy
I remember hearts yearning as I had never endured before
And I remember love
What Were They Thinking?
Curious minds scour the wreckage
Pouring over the items they find.
‘What happened here?’ they cry
Eyes dumbfounded and minds confused
The River
I flow, purely on impulse,
pulled along the valley bottom,
I look up to the luscious, vibrant hills,
they encroach the river bank,
shadows engulfing my pure, crystal water.
Spring
Winters creeping cold
still pierces
Spring’s feeble efforts.
Holds on to dampening shrouds,
crushing unborn hopes
of daylight’s lengthening.
Let Me Breathe
Let me breathe
to save my soul.
Do not crowd
I’d rather drown.
Tryst
I enter your room
and close the door behind me
You do not hear me come in
The Love of My Life
With apologies to Elizabeth Barratt Browning,
I’ve discovered the antidote to sadness and frowning.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways,
You’re in my heart eternally, this is not a passing phase. Continue reading “The Love of My Life”
I Hear Your Silence
When my soul aches,
And my heart breaks.
When darkness overtakes me,
And Your light is all I pray to see. Continue reading “I Hear Your Silence”
Keep Down That Wall
Sadness evident in them blue pools
You’re drowning aren’t you inside
Everything getting very heavy
Hard I know when you have pride
Silently; you try martyr on
Not drawing attention to bloodshed tears you’ve cried