Digging through drawers Clearing the pantry Dividing mementos Fighting for claim Blood against blood Stealing her name Forgetting the love And the foundation of faith They tear and rip At all that remains

For Hour 6, I used both text and visual prompts. Wipe clean a spot on the foggy window to see what the morning has brought Ignore the treacly soundtrack leaking from the headphones of the person in the next seat I hear there’s a park…

Prompt 2   Poem 2   The Dog   He was supposed to sit by her chair at the table,brown fur neck encircled  with a narrow blue ribbon, large brown eyes reflecting the light. But it was just  the first time he would wander wherever…

The clouds go gray And the grass, the trees, the birds All begin to dance. The wind gives tempo to their excitedness. It’s funny how all things openly crave cleansing; except people.

What Should Stay Buried Time caught in a capsule. Sorrow there or joy as you imagine opening it up? Perhaps, better, if you put it back. To not know what was left behind. a man and woman so young then. Babies not yet born. The…

Rush, rush, out the door, trip on the mat, urging, “Hope you brought wine,” then hurl yourself across the street, open the car door, hit the gas, speed through town, hit the brakes, open the car door, trip on the curb, impediment to the pace…

Bound to a chair,  Rusty and square.  It wasn’t always this way. A box of chocolates; an ode to my favorite movie.  Break the shackles,  one foot in front of the other. It’s my time to break free.  Bound to no one.  Bound to no…

751 unmarked graves found, just children, innocent ones who should not know such awful truths about humanity or rather inhumanity 751 lives cut short, separated from family, from community 751 unmarked graves of children shipped off, language and culture forbidden. 751 children whose land we…

Tired Aching to the bone Strained eyes White lies Frozen knuckles Stretched muscles   Exhaustion, an old friend Cloaking in warmth Washing my pain My farce, my fancy Hugs of deep seated sighs Smiles of tender consolation Speaking a familiar tongue Of failed successes And…

marmalade soft clouds walking freely by the sky mesmerizing hues @maritzam-mejia – Hour Six