Sliver moon
tricks the eye
a backward smile
in pain
how do you do?
not well tonight
I see.
Night Shifts
Forget
Time and hope together dance
twirling drunken steps
like wind tossed clouds
circling skies
day and night beset
An unfixed pattern soon takes form
when pain forgets the hour
and moons of night billow loud as sunrise wakes regret.
Racism
White life speeds unimpeded by lights, flashes
History on their side
Fear not pulsing
Violently staying in their lanes, views
Blind and asleep.
#Racism #MartinLutherKing #WakeUp
Hunting Season
It’s that time of life when gentle and innocence fall
the eyes of the deer go dark
while the heart of sporting egos reign.
We all feel broken a bit
and generations suffer generations.
As foot prints in the snow crush the buds beneath
we all stay hungry for peace.
Leaving the ICU
What I saw
of a body punctured,
wounded alone
Cords and catheters
holding the surge
of life
Ventilated breath
until time blinked
on and off
In a violent dance
the parade began
Ieaving the ICU
FLIGHT FIGHT
Jays own the trees
up. down.
round the row
of closed doors,
home to the lonely
fallen ones
with broken wings of expectation
failing flight and fight.
cut
With each step and breath
nothing stays the same
the cut is made
never to be undone
only hearts look back
and wonder why
love is lost
in sacrifice
Beget
I will remember
this innocence
tattered by life and broken
dead
grace be damned
and fathered still
I will remember
though knowing too late
the father loss pain
of his begetting
From Under
When the under stuff sticks
stays
like a cape
covering all the hurt
hate
from within
reaching up to find
a breath.
Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Pexels.com Robinson, Marilynne. Gilead (Oprah’s Book Club) (p. 7). Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Kindle Edition.
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