a call to arms

they were swift to close our mouths
fearful of what we may say
they were quick to color our stories
in different shades to look pretty
we will not go quietly or dull our lights
we will shout our names loudly into the sky

- Written for dVerse Quadrille: swift

the road ahead

I embrace the road ahead
despite questionable clouds
and worries that seep into mind
 
the world is changing while
turning on its axis and like many
I’m trying to find my balance
 
I see tall mountains ahead 

but I walk towards them unafraid

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #121- Let's Embrace

when it's over

she tried to hold on
her arms were tired
so she walked away
leaving baggage behind
 
he watched her walk
towards new sunrises
her heart now up for grabs
 
she searches for love she desires
he searches his soul to be a better man

- Written for Twiglet#210 - up for grabs

believe

peel away my layers

to reveal my beating core

kiss my lips making

me feel alive once more

take my hand leading me out

of darkness into rising suns

let us linger among stars

dreaming about how things

could be if we only believe

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #98 - Peelings, Nothing More...

"dead roses"

dead roses

littered dance floors

where they once lived free

from judgmental eyes

until one night

hate came inside

shattering dreams

never to see

light of day

we mourn lost stars

stolen from skies

yet life goes on –

it always does but

stained memories remain

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #12 where we had to write a 44 word poem including the word "rose".  Seventeen days ago the shooting at the Orlando nightclub Pulse happened.  I wrote a poem a few days later expressing the feeling of not being able to find the words after another horrific attack.  Yet somehow while sitting in the emergency room with a family member yesterday these words came to me so easily.  It's funny how sometimes a poem can come to you in the most strangest ways.