Tag: Poem

In The Aftermath

“Yet what greater defeat could we suffer than to come to resemble the forces we oppose in their disrespect for human dignity?” ― Ruth Bader Ginsburg, My Own Words And though She is gone we will rise from the black choke of oppression  Our femininity worn with dignity  Our… Continue Reading “In The Aftermath”

Burning

Broken shadows across the cracked groundas summer refuses to diethe land and I are wearyday after day burning~unrelenting raysof intense sunbeating downon mybreast. dVerse Poets Pub: 9 Across for a Countdown Author’s Note: Line 1 is from W.S. Merwin’s “To the Light of September”.… Continue Reading “Burning”

#Haiku: New Coolness

early morning breezesongbirds slow to awakenin dawn’s new coolness Frank J. Tassone’s Haikai Challenge #156 New Coolness (shinryoo) Author’s Note: It’s a new week and the start of my countdown to finishing up the radiation treatments for breast cancer. After today, 9 more to… Continue Reading “#Haiku: New Coolness”

Wait

“The early bird gets the worm, and the early fox gets the bird.”  ― Matshona Dhliwayo Wait until sweet morning dew dries upon green velvet grass delight in simple pleasures a feather found, rich treasure Saunter with stealth and grace through mottled forest glen leave no visible traceof where you’re goingor… Continue Reading “Wait”

When the Heavens Explode

“We all shine on…like the moon and the stars and the sun…we all shine on…come on and on and on…” ― john lennon I heard the stars singing last night, an ancient lullaby sharing their mystical wisdom from high in the nightwind sky They sang to… Continue Reading “When the Heavens Explode”

I Drank the Moon

“She didn’t quite know what the relationship was between lunatics and the moon, but it must be a strong one, if they used a word like that to describe the insane.” ― Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides to Die I drank the delicious moon one dark balmy night… Continue Reading “I Drank the Moon”

Whisper of Autumn

“Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile.” Indian Summer]” ― John Howard Bryant Cool whisperof autumn in dawn’smorning breezedespite the brazen sun’s warmth on my facerefreshing relief Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #194 Synonyms only Hint & Bold

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