This land (Prompt 17)

its said earth was Gods gift to us Like our bodies its the only way our souls can live   the sky smells of wonder, the land pours sacrifices decimating droughts. mankind’s hurdles have made it difficult to experience places our eyes have never seen before…

Learning

When I was 8 years old My mother taught me how to sew Pushing and pulling the needle through the fabric making clean near stitches I picked at the loose frayed hole of my sweater on a rainy day in November And the rain drops…

H2Oh Won’t You Be Mine?

An element or certainly two Floating past one another In the vast watery landscape Interacting through electrons Chemicals that form complex attractions Each second, numerous connections That lead to large, diverse compounds A marvelous broth to nourish the future Life will arrive soon Maybe in…

Back roads

SR 153 somewhere between Mullins and Savannah is dotted with stone white oaks, dead as hands clawing from swampy graves. Devil’s Dining Room Rd doesn’t lead where you think it will. There are three foot tall flowers with orange heads and orange lips foretelling war…

A Circle: The End is the Beginning (Acrostic)

A Circle: The End is the Beginning (Acrostic)   Callous casualties of opportunistic demagoguery give way to fervent ceasefires. Imaginations illuminate the shift that is pending. The end points to a new beginning. Reconciliation of the fallacy of opposites finally proves the hypothesis. Circle reunited…

Yarn hoarder’s confession

Yarn hoarder’s confession   Street vendor by trade Crocheting hats with a Madame Defarge intensity Seven years I sold them   Now laden with too much Yarn purchased on sale I appear a hoarder unwilling To part with smart purchases   Hats of my own…

Hour 15. (2019)

  Mother Nature sheds one ghastly skin One of disease and pain and spiritual vandalism One of love and beauty and poetry Humanity left as no more than a healing scar on earths grimace