exit door

it seems every year
I’m introduced to a new coworker - 

this revolving door is getting dizzy
 
I’m still here after four years
I abide by the rules
keeping me employed
 
yet every chapter has an ending
one day I’ll walk through
that exit door

 

- Written for two prompts:  dVerse Quadrille 117 - The Dude Abides and Poetic Asides Nov 2020 PAD Challenge: Day 30 - exit poem

she loved the stars

she loved the stars
how they twinkle
in the autumn sky
serenading her with
their silver lights
 
what she didn’t love
was how they faded
in the dawn sky
leaving her in silence
under a rising sun

it is possible?

it is possible to see
the end of this storm
that has darkened our skies
 
many hold onto hope
that sunlight will return
to our faces
 
but it seems that black 

clouds keep rolling in
 
I am holding on but 

my grip is slipping

- Written for dVerse Quadrille#116: Poem Those Possibles

our way

this is our way to say
that we are not content
and will we stay silent
we will move mountains
through voices and ballots
we will not fall into darkness
but will bring us back to light

- Written for Poetic Aside 2020 November PAD Challenge: Day 9

when happiness stays

she was told happiness
was something fleeting –
a thing that doesn’t last for
eternity or stick like glue
so she was quite surprised
when she found it in
someone who didn’t meet
all the things on her checklist
yet unexpectedly, she fell in love

- Written for 2 prompts:  dVerse Quadrille: Happiness and Poetic Asides 2020 November PAD Challenge: Day 2 (unexpected poem)

houseguests

lingering spirits glue to these walls
they don’t like us here, in spaces
they once occupied
 
they reach out with cold hands
that go right through, raising voices
which never reach our ears
 
in the dead of night, they take over
the sofas and kitchens, attempting
to reclaim their rightful places
 
when the sun returns, they slink back
to the shadows, watching others
live out the lives they have lost

- A little something for Halloween.   dVerse Open Link Night#277

empty window box

the empty window box

told me someone once 

lived in this house

and planted budding 

flowers in the spring 

but now it sits vacant
leaves filling it's space

left behind to weather 

the seasons all alone 

Written for Twiglets #200- empty window box