2am. Poem 24. Love and Hope (a senrua) Sisters Love and Hope are a swift twin tailed comet wild inside my soul.

hope is what we choose when the world is consumed in chaos when all our dreams are charred and the only path is through change hope is the only choice  

End is near, I hope without a rope, I say nope blank mind, sleep, elope. – Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023

The day is done, And we pass each other, like So many birds trading schedules in the dark. Hope plays upon our crests and roosts in our chests, As we continue our lives in concentric circles from each other. Owls nestle now their heads and…

    No religion, no country, no territorial boundary, This world can be a place like no other. No rule parts to play, No currencies, no need for a job. We are not humans here, We are like an orbiting species taking its role as…

Slip sliding over the texture my fingers dive into a pile of river smooth stones shivers running through me as their surface soothes me no sharp edges to disturb my sensitive nerves closing my eyes I feel calm

Text Prompt Write a poem about hope. Image Prompt                                               Poem by Wonderlane

The desire to launch into a club hit is almost unbearable   Thinking of bass hits and flashing lights and muscles on display   Followed quickly by two men bobbing their heads in time making fools of themselves while others laugh   In this mad…

A world not like this In a world not like this, a wondrous dream, A place where rainbows in the sky gleam, The sun’s gentle warmth, a constant embrace, Where raindrops fall, but not a single trace. Trees adorned with fruits, branches bending low, Shrubs…

  There’s no energy remains, Just a drop of blood that taste like coffee, I’m in the hour of silence, madness. Or maybe silence sounds like weakness, A few breads to eat, My rice cooker not yet meeting its red mark. I’m yet in the…