Nov 09
poem challenge: Biden/Harris

Sighs of relief

The U.S and I 
breathe together tonight,
a huge sigh of
relief,
finally
grasping that

we are going to be okay.

The stars
look brighter tonight
than they have
in the past
four years,
having been dimmed by
fear and
sickness,
homeless souls,
wildfires,
and the smoke of
lost hope.

Feel pride now.
Kamala Harris:
first
Womyn
first
Black
first 
Asian American
Vice President.

Safer
with Biden,
a President who actually cares
about more than himself
and money,
a President who cares
about climate change,
covid,
the well being of other people,
a President who does not see skin color,
only people for who they really are,
who is not unkind to LGBTQ,

a President who will take care of us
with a strong female at his side.

Nov 05

H.H

The first time I saw you
I didn't really see you
hardly even noticed you
my mind busy
with other things
things like
staying six feet away from other people 
how much food we bought
I didn't pay attention to you
the sandy haired boy
working the cash register
on a friday in hannafords

I only found out later
from my mom
that you had seen me
and stopped moving 
only to realize my mom
was watching this 
and started bleeping through our groceries
still sneaking glances at me
Me 
oblivious

long after we left
long after you helped my little sister
buy candy for her friend
long after mom complimented you
Do you know what I did 

when I found out what had happened?

I laughed
to cover up my disappointment
Nov 04

Grandmother

I wonder sometimes
about you

How your voice sounded
if you had smile lines
around your eyes

If your favorite food was soup
just like mine is

What color you were
turquoise maybe
or forest green

I wonder sometimes
about you

If you would have found me funny
thought I was beautiful

I have no pictures of you
no clues about you
I can only wonder
wonder
wonder

What your favorite thing to do was
if your eyes were bluegreengreybrownblue
just like mine are

My mom used to tell me
whenever I accidentally
let a balloon go
that you were sitting up there
in the violetgrey sky
on a throne made of clouds
waiting to catch
my lonely balloon

I really truly believed that
so I'd write all over
the balloons I got
things about myself
Oct 27

Photograph

Oct 27
opinion challenge: Sentence

Mess

Oct 21
poem challenge: Winter Tales 2020

New beginning

My mountains
are dusted today
with cold white
and hard silver

Your trees
look like mirrors today
reflecting
what the world has been
and will be

My stars
and your moon,
happy to rise together at dusk
and leave at dawn

Our footprints
left in the snow
the mud and sand
perhaps
dissipating
but always there

Your smile
and my laughter
melting any chill 
that we felt before

A new heartbeat –
two turned
into one

A new beginning.
Oct 21

Covid on Broadway

Fossilized musicals
and broken keyboards
shattered lights
and frozen characters
all laid out
on a stained glass floor

Shadows of dancing
now only ghosts
echos
of applause 
from the departed audience
Old buildings and trees
covered in dust

All waiting
wondering
when they will be swept
into motion again


 
Oct 19

Waiting

Sitting
on the trampoline
lined notebook paper
a pen
in my lap

Waiting

as the rain pours down

Watching as droplets
collect
on the dark
green and red chard
mini waterfalls
gushing down their
veined stems

Waiting

as the rain pours down

The paper in my lap 
melts
into pulp
water
streams down my body
plasters my hair to my back
and I stay

Waiting

as the rain pours down

Up
by the house
someone yells my name
beckons
for me to come in

Pretend
not to hear
or see them

Waiting 

as the rain pours down

Feel the trampoline bounce
look over to see my sister climb on
watch
as she settles next to me
asks me
didn't I 
hear her calling

Smile
tell her yeah
I heard 

Oct 09

Constellations

i want to be there
the day the rivers
turn to stained glass

i want to watch the trees
crumble
into sand
want to hear
the catbirds last
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of melodies

want to taste
the last cinnamon flurry
of a December snowstorm

Want to stand in place
the day
the sky falls
shares with the ground
all it's sorrows

i want to hear the 
ferns last sigh

want to feel
the last velvet kiss
of a purplegold sunset


i want to see the stars die

i want to see them explode
into colors no one
Oct 08

Chances

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