Night and day. Black and white. What can’t be seen Against the light?...
Laughter echoes through an empty hall Faded memories that I can’t recall Where did I go? From where did I come? I can’t go with the flow if I’m deaf, blind, and dumb....
Uncertain, as a rock among pearls The meek amid the mighty Rising, turbulent anxiety Through an unjust world. Not quite belonging to the fray Not quite longing to live that way. Just a rock among pearls stuck in place. Written for Fandango's One Word Challenge #FOWC - 'Uncertain' Inspired by the Your Daily Word Prompt… Continue reading The Rock Pearl
No air For body and mind. No air No space to breathe If you're not willingly blind. No air Suffocating Under your bigotry. No air Leave the past behind With your hypocrisy and your philosophies, your racist, homophobic atrocities - It's impossible Not to see People can't breathe with No air.
Yesterday's tears have dried and gone. I ended my fears with the coming dawn. I left with a suitcase and what I had on. Sick and tired of your lies and being your pawn. I remembered my place - where I belong. You always said I wasn't that strong, Well I left our bed and… Continue reading Gone
The flicking and rustling of leaves, blowing along a gritty road in a whistling wind. Toenails tapping as a dog walks slowly around the bend. Birds twitter, and the bees are buzzing madly by the rose garden as water rushes through its fountain. A light scratching, Mr. Squirrel climbs his tree where chicks are hatching… Continue reading An Ode to Sound
It’s past midnight at the parish church And thereabouts in the bushes lurked A gathering of characters Having many quirks They jumped and screeched Making such a clatter And it seemed they could reach The roof with no ladder. Up a drainpipe they went, Only giving pause When that drainpipe bent Like a bendy straw.… Continue reading Midnight at the Parish Church
A solitary grotto bathed by the sun. A secret meadow Seen by none But the woodland creatures Who frolic and run. Through rain or snow, There's work to be done. Within the boundaries Of the woodland's various trees, The grotto sits, a natural relief. Its design - flawless, with a carpet of clover-leaf, and a… Continue reading Mother Nature’s Secret Meadow