Dec 21
poem 3 comments challenge: Loss

Golden Gates

golden gates
lock and key
high above
the darkness

where are you now
my friend
and why have
you gone away?

simple mornings
of dew
and mist
over the crystal fields

where are you now
my friend
and why have
you gone away?

daisies
and hidden trees
and small whispers
exchanged at midnight

where are you now
my friend
and why have
you gone away?

long road
winding
up around the
hill

where are you now
my friend
and why have
you gone away?

silent tears
when the news came
that a friend
had moved on

​where are you now
my friend
and why have
you gone away?

facing a journey on
to the

golden gates
lock and key
high above
the darkness

Dec 20

America

we are a fragile
support system waiting
to splinter
into a million
tiny
pieces

our people
bicker and snarl
and our politicians do
nothing more because
our values
are
divided

and decided by those around us
who have nothing better to say

we are a possibility
we were the land of the free
and the home of the brave
but are
we anymore?

we push out
those who are
not wanted
because they 
look
different

speak different,
act different,
but aren't actually so different

we keep those
who represent our "values"--
harassment,
hate,
suppression,
assault,
criticism,
selection.

obviously, I could go on...

we are patchwork,
thousands of pieces,
stitched together by someone(else)'s work
that make
a
whole

we are individual
Dec 19

Neverland

once upon a time
i made a wish on
pixie dust

that took me to neverland

where the ocean rushed
up against the sand

i met peter pan
and the lost boys
i heard
their screams
on the wind
who smiled at me
from the sky

mermaids
lay on a rock
in the sun
and swam in the
white of the waves
that begged me under
their salty
spray

captain hook
chased me through the
woods
where the lost boys saved me

and an alligator
did away with hook's hand

but the days dimmed
and the wind
frowned
from above

for neverland
was not as special
as it was when i came.



but someday maybe i'll see it again
when the waves still sparkle
and the wind still blows
its smile
onto my face
Dec 19
poem 1 comment challenge: Mundane

blank, white, barren

my mind is
blank
white and
barren

a canvas with
its
duty unfulfilled
patiently

expectantly
waiting
for the ink to
fly

across
the
page

expectantly waiting to
move
mountains
with
voices that
ricochet off
the walls

into space

with stars
that dot the skyline

patiently
waiting to kindle the flame

for the wildfire
that
rips through
the trees

with voices that cry
out
for
the stars that
dot the skyline

patiently
waiting
to remember
the days when the
sun was bright
and the snow was soft

and the air bit at
the voices
that bounced off the mountains

and up to
the skyline
full of stars

and I wait
longer
for when the

ink will spill
across the
page
Dec 18

straw that broke the camel's back

a mountain does
not break in 
an instant

it takes years of
whispers
and criticism

fake and
broken
smiles

and 
hissed 
insults

before it's whittled
down from a mountain to a boulder

it takes 
decades
of losing

and fighting 
for something
that won't happen

but trying 
because you've
only ever known to put 
your head down and 
keep pushing

before it's whittled
down from boulder to a stone

it takes 
centuries
of arguments
over nothing

and silent tears
before sleep claims
it again

before it's wittled
down from a stone to a pebble

it takes eons
of pushing on
in a life
of losing

where nothing 
seems to 
go right

and no one knows
that you exist
and no one knows
to care
Dec 15

Over my shoulder in your eyes

i
see it in
your eyes

the way
you look past my
arms wrapped around
your shoulders

you see something
that is
breaking your heart

i see
the waves crashing
on the sand

i see
the moon
dipping below
the horizon
at the start of a new day

i see
something that makes
my stomach clench
into
a million tiny
knots

because the
thing
i see
in your eyes

i know that
it's making
you hurt

a hurt that
i have felt

and a hurt
i don't wish
upon you

your eyes
are still the rising of the sun
and the break of a new wave

but it's a
cloudy morning
and your wave is
stifled by another receding

please
shine
brighter for
me

and look
away from
whatever is over
my shoulder
Dec 13

Flower

poke of green waiting patiently
soft as the morning
stretching
for the sun

born to
thrive
destined
not to

as all things
must
come to
an end

tiny color standing strong
as the
dry and haunting
winds

of change
and time
and challenge
buffet it

the hardships rushing in
with the force of a crashing wave
and clinging to stay
as the sands have withstood the world

pale pink shivering
with the effort
of the
years

waiting
for its
chance to
fly

as it sadly
watches the others
grow tall and flourish
around it

wilted brown remembering
the days of
small sunshine smiles
and laughter

of the time when it
stood not-quite-tall-enough
and congratulated others
on their accomplishments

knowing--hoping--trusting--that
Audio download:
Flower.m4a.mp3
Dec 13

Rubik's Cube

a
tangled mess
of color
jumbled and
broken

many positions
too many to count
but all could be wrong
if you do just one out of
sequence

but
we build
on each
task that comes before
and maybe
eventually
you are righted again
Dec 12

Girls

yes, i am a
girl.
 
am i
good enough
for
you?
 
have i held 
myself 
to a high enough 
standard to be considered 
an equal to you?
 
or am i 
still 
just a notch below 
you 
because i'm a 
girl?
 
does being a 
girl 
in this day and age mean 
walking down the street 
and having to be 
afraid? 
afraid of what? 
hmmm, let's think...
 
or does it mean 
that my 
work 
is not 
worth more 
than 
my new haircut 
or clothing?
...
is it that my work is not 
worth anything to 
you, 
or is simply that 
my looks
are the
only thing
to care about?

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