Tuesday, August 31, 2021

clean hands

I wash my hands
frequently every day
fighting off viruses
lurking on surfaces
 
they love him dearly
but his addiction broke
them, so they wash
their hands of him
 
the congregation watches
the pastor washing his
hands in preparation
for the holy sacrament
 
those seeking power
in the dark try to
wash off the blood
but the stains remain


Monday, August 23, 2021

hearts

in grade school
I cut out hearts
from construction paper
 
in junior high
I wrote band names
on book covers
surrounded by hearts
 
in high school
I opened my heart
in a love letter

in adulthood
I guard my heart
from players and
deceivers


                            Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash

Tuesday, August 17, 2021

the stars burn

cries and tears fill the air
carried across continents
the stars burn as midnight
spreads her cloak again



Monday, August 9, 2021

she stands

she stands under the sun
watching blue waves
crashing against rocks
ocean breeze tickles
her nostrils as seagulls
hawk above her head
 
she lets her mind wander
across those waves
searching for signs
on which way to go
at sunset she receives
the answer


Tuesday, August 3, 2021

feeling like Sundays

I wish everyday felt like Sunday
that lazy, chill feeling of having
no worries or cares
 
but Sundays only come once a week
so we must cherish them fully
to get through the week


- Written in response to Twiglet #238 - feel like Sunday