At Sunset

 

I waited for you by our tree

On the hill watching

The sun set lighting the clouds on fire,

One glorious explosion

Before day yields to night

And hides

The tears on my face that fall

When you don’t show,

Or say goodbye.

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In the Mirror

When once again into this life

comes someone

who leads us into ourselves

and exposes the truth we shun,

 

We have a tendency to run

And hide, fearing we

Aren’t good enough and deserve the mockery

We know will come at our expense.

 

Until we dispense

With these inaccurately perceived notions

And learn to see the loveliness within

We lose out on so many sweet emotions.

 

So don’t be afraid; you need to see the picture clearer

When next someone shows you the beauty in the mirror.

Recess (Going On Holiday)

“Come and play” the soft voice whispers in my ear,

And I open my eyes to see who is there.

“Come and play” it whispers again

As I rub and stretch the sleep from my skin.

 

“It’s nice out here. Come and see.”

But I ignore the words and drink my tea.

“Please come and play. I’m lonely and bored.”

Instead I read the news and leave the voice ignored.

 

“Won’t you at least look outside?”

I glance at the pile of dishes needing to be washed and dried.

“Isn’t the sky looking especially blue?”

It does remind me of the waters of Corfu.

 

Maybe I’ll step outside for a moment, or two

Feel the sun on my face, let the breeze set my hair askew.

But then, perhaps, a drive might be nice

Go somewhere new, let fate roll the dice.

 

“Come and play” the sky whispered in my ear,

So I packed my bags. Au revoir, my dear.

We Should Be Free

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It’s not about you,

It’s not about me,

It’s not about who you think I should be.

Because it’s about you

And it’s about me,

It’s all about how we should be free.

 

Because it’s about her

And it’s about him,

It’s about being happy with the color you’re living in.

It’s not about hate,

It’s not about sin,

It’s about being able to love the one you’re with.

 

And it’s about standing

Up for what’s right,

Raising your voice to join in the fight

To be who you are

To see past judgmental eyes

And love the broken and bruised and comfort their cries.

 

Because it’s about me

And it’s about them,

The children ripped away in Bethlehem.

And it’s about you

And it’s about walls,

What will you do when the angel calls?

 

Because it’s about you

And it’s about me,

It’s about all of us and who we’re meant to be.

Because it’s about hope

And learning to hear

The rhythm between the beats and the voices shouting: “We’re here!”

 

For we will not be quiet,

We will not be kept down.

We are rising up, and we are standing our ground.

For we are not afraid,

We are all one family,

And this is how it’s meant to be…

We are free!

 

*inspired by Zac Efron in The Greatest Showman interview & current events (LGBTQ+, racism, children taken away from parents at the borders and lost-read as sold into child sex trafficking, and anyone who dares to challenge society’s “norms”)

Oasis

She lived her life dessicated,

An arid desert in the heat of summer…

Dusty sand that scours raw the skin

And the few crumbling brown plants,

dead for lack of moisture.

 

Then came the storms

With drops that hissed and sizzled,

And drowned the parched land

Bringing life to the xeriscape,

And hope bloomed in profusion.

 

*First new poem of 2018

Remembrance

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I remember

The day of smoke and blood

When bodies and ash

rained from the sky.

 

I remember

the day men held innocence hostage,

judged it guilty,

and executed it

-death by hellfire.

 

I remember

the ground shaking

as buildings crumbled,

and all wore shades of gray.

Death colors us all the same.

 

But I remember

how Courage walked the streets

and flew through the air

and heroes were born

and they gave us hope,

though some died

and we cried for their sacrifice.

 

Most of all,

I remember the silence

as the world mourned,

and strangers comforted

others in the streets as compassion,

not fear,

brought us all together

as one.

Scrappy Little Things

 

Then the whole world turned right-side up

Inside those big brown eyes

Where hung the universe

Like pearls on a string.

Another hidden room opened

Specially designed

To house an infinite, unconditional love

Wearing floppy ears and a tan coat,

A colossal personality in a tiny body

Contained behind a generous, exuberant grin.

 

*Today was Clear the Shelters day and though I went there for one dog, I ended up with a totally different one…the one I was meant for. Scrappy is his name.  He chose me, and I couldn’t be happier.