Is that bright light bursting through the dark forest The light I prayed for to lead me out of my morass Or Is it the light at the end of a dark tunnel, The proverbial train rushing to end my suffering forever Are its…
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Hour Twenty-three: Alien Watch
We watched the alien aircraft Watched them hovering above our world Watched to see if we were welcoming New friends who would walk With us discovering our way Together or Would we welcome invading monsters Coming to take, not give They landed on the…
Hour Twenty-two: Planting a Pizza Garden
They started with seedlings: Tomatoes, onions, basil, oregano As these were growing They placed two hula hoops In the sunniest spot on the raised bed And drew lines for each sprout They watered and weeded and waited For the harvest So they could savor a…
Hour Twenty-one: Running from Silence
Running her mouth off Again, Chele knew compulsion Drove her to fill the silence for Empty silence would swallow her thoughts Forcing her to savor the bitter taste of Soured love and confront her dread of Aloneness Preferring to stay stagnant in Love gone…
Hour Twenty: Sacred Rites
Never fond of uniformity and routine — Even the rites I keep Are not routine — My only rituals are sacred ones: The weekly journey to sanctuary Never the same way Never the same mode Never the same purpose Except keeping the faith And…
Hour Nineteen: Writing poetry in black pajamas while out of my mind with exhaustion and trying (unsuccessfully) not to fall asleep
Reclining in my nest Surrounded by my loves – Past, present, future— Beckoning me towards Dreams and desires but The screen atop my lap Umbilicaled to the lightening Holds me down Keeps me in place As I drift away with the night
Hour Eighteen: Blackbirds as Omens
I’m confused Which one is you: The wide-eyed bird Perched on wire Like a soldier Guarding his territory? The bird taking off In terror Turning his back on Possibility and commitment? Which one is me: The petrified bird Clinging to certainty The steady and solid…
Hour Seventeen: Kaleidoscope
gemstones of memories tumble through my mind; each turn new patterns of truth
Hour Sixteen: Road Map to Me
Turn left as soon as you can Look for the broken caution sign Tossed aside by the side of the road When you reach the defaced stop sign Keep going until you see The traffic light Hanging precariously Stuck on red Ignore it and Ease…
Hour Fifteen: How she sees me
There she goes again Taking center stage Ignoring the guidelines For respectful conversations She didn’t raise her hand like I did She interrupted again She must think she knows More than anyone else here I bet she thinks I’m stupid “No. I have nothing to…