So here we are 100 years in the future So many wounds opened And not one has been sutured A great many lives lost One senseless explosion Leaving holes in the legacy Of the families left broken We walk a fine line Between what’s right…

the divide Between Life~ and murder Is palpable   In a land That’s been My home   My heart broke When my child spoke   In the land of the free My rights were just stripped Of me   the right to choose should ALWAYS…

Text Prompt Write a poem using at least 5 of the following 10 words/phrases. hardback sunflower knitting cheddar cheese space wine glass pavement nail oak satchel Image Prompt Photo by Suganth on Unsplash

You never met your father’s grandfather but you know him through evening tales you know him in songs of him you know that he is the first generation of pride   When your father tells your history he tells you to hit your chest and…

It’s an endless cycle, war, an attempt at peace, the next war. This one is supposed to stop the cycle. I only want to survive it, get back to Oklahoma. My buddy and I hide in the hay, listen to the French farmer talking to…

1922, Ireland   Michael Collins took on a task that reminds me too much of Sisyphus, the Greek mythological king punished for continued misleading.   Sisyphus was forced to push a large boulder Uphill a difficult task for sure! Michael Collins, too, is expected to…

(inspired by the photo prompt) I wandered one day in the forest, feeling as if I was led, when I heard what sounded like music from a piano somewhere up ahead.   I followed the strains of the melody drawing me deeper into the wood….

Time flows freely Like just a grain of sand in the hour glass Emotions, thoughts and ramblings Giving it a logical direction Procastinating until now Hundred years is too long For thoughts to get assembled But a fleeting thought latches Taking you on a different…

How many ages he was tired Without voice what he had to say He has been waiting a few years On my words to express his views He may be a frustrated lover He may be wanderer I am unable to capture If he may…

grandmother weaves a story around her mother’s birth ten score years ago a little house a darkened room airless mud walls absorb and reflect the screams of a terrified young girl beads of sweat soaking the bedding leaving dark patches and finally the dai ma…