This morning
I was on
my fourth cup of coffee
when the sun
finally
showed his face
Three a.m. monster
thoughts
came to visit
again
The night before
it was
nightmares
that jolted me, terrified
from sleep
But I think
the monsters
are worse
At least
I can wake up
from the nightmares
This is for Friday 55 at Verse Escape where Hedgewitch keeps alive the tradition and memory of the G-man.
it is the best of times
it is the worst of times
the market is up
integrity down
a nation stands by as
it is shamed, scammed and flimflammed
used and refused
is this insanity
to keep us from seeing
the man behind the curtain
or are we being led
to the precipice
in earnest?
This is a fashionably late entry for the amazing Hedgewitch and herFriday 55 at Verse Escape.
Wandering through
this dark, cold night
we stumble over
stones in the path
stones thrown in anger
stones that could build walls
stones that could break bones
stones that could bring down giants
or stones that waited in secret pockets
stones that sat in collections, on shelves
stones
that may once have been
our hearts
This is for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 at Verse Escape.
-Photo by Mary Bach
It is amazing how a little pile
of fur and bones
of whiskers and purrs
can claim a human heart
can fill a human heart
and
how its suffering
can break
a human heart
and call from the human
both her best and her worst
and how completely
helpless
that human can
feel
This is in memory of Frank, my daughter’s cat who left us November 24 of this year. It is linked to Joy’s FF55 at Verse Escape, with a nod to the late, great G-Man.
There is a well of darkness
in the center of my chest
deep and steep-sided
I throw in a penny
then sprinkle it with tears
for all my wishes that
can never be
It’s so simple, really
falling and falling
and finally hitting bottom
Then I reach down
and draw out
a dipper-full of stars
This is for Joy, who has resurrected the Flash Friday 55 tradition started by the late, great Galen Hayes. Check it out at Verse Escape.
We rush through
a tinderbox world
with an armload of matches
as the wind picks up
Skies darken
lightning flashes
but no rain falls
Ignorance and Want
follow us
track us
trace our steps
drawing ever closer
Then high above
the vultures begin to circle
and all our bad victories
catch in our throats
These 55 words are woefully late for Joy’s FF55 at Verse Escape.
Light and shadows dance
through the ages
flashing, winking, spinning
And now the time begins
when shadows enfold the light
when we turn
to darker thoughts
with shorter days
and colder nights
when blossoms are spent
and fruits have ripened
The growing season is over
prepare your garden
prepare your soul
winter is on the way
This is for Joy, who has resurrected FF55 at Verse Escape. Go there and see what it’s all about. (Photo is by me.)
There is a time
closer to night than morning
when parties fall
into ruin
and the moon wearies
There is a time
when dreams are forgotten
and shades
lose their way
There is a time
when the clock
gives up its hands
and the hours pool
on the ground
running to regret
This is my time
This is for my friend Joy’s FF55 revival at Verse Escape, even though it’s not Friday, and if you’re counting, there aren’t 55 words.
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