on the eve of Autumn

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today I looked out the window

and saw the gray clouds that

announce autumn’s arrival

and I cannot stop my heart 

from grieving the loss of 

flowers and hummingbirds

dancing through gardens, 

the long hours of daylight 

and the warm sun on my skin

- Written for dVerse Quadille #256

I want out

I really want out

but where will I go?

I don’t own a fortune

many responsibilities

calling out my name

but it does not stop

my mind from wandering

off to fantasy islands

where everything is warm

nothing weighing me down

- Written for WD Wednesday Poetry Prompt #799

xenolith

we sometimes smile 

to hide the pain

we bury our secrets 

deep into mountains

to never see the light

these feelings form 

a xenolith that one carries 

until the weight becomes 

too great as one slowly sinks 

into the deep trenches of the sea

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #255: X marks the spot

sevenling: love crime

for his love she was willing

to give up her family, her

dreams and her sanity

when his love broke her, 

she grabbed her gun, 

a shovel and her car keys

sometimes love is deadly

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #797

protest

they march the streets

with raised fists and voices

towards the blue skies

while on the other side 

elites dine on lavish plates

or play rounds of golf

drowning out the protests 

on civil rights, corruption, 

senseless wars, Fema failures

or lack of water

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #354: I Protest

once in a lifetime

once in a lifetime,

or perhaps twice,

you will see a face

that will stop you

in your tracks

your heart will flutter

drawing up a symphony 

of daydreams filled 

with a perfect love

until your mind brings

you back from the clouds,

and see that fleeting star 

a bit more clearly

- Written for dVerse Poetics: Once in a Lifetime

summer snapshots

sizzling concrete under August sun

a group of girls jump rope 

an elderly woman sits by her window 

reminiscing about her youth

a mother pushes a stroller

while a boy zips by on a bike

on a stoop a man sits sipping a soda

- Written for Quadrille #353:Jumpstart your Poem