I left you behind
Free to disperse
In the wind and wave
To become one with time
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #273: Freed
Freed
Category Archives: Death
Hope
Your loneliness was palpable
Bitter regret on my tongue
From all the lessons learned but forgotten
All the forever’s that never happened
I know I was not the salve you wanted
A poor substitute for the lost soul of your dreams
Instead of releasing you, I made it about me
And it was never about me
Yet to forgive myself has been the hardest lesson of all
The beauty in forgiveness is my hope for the future
So I am sorry
I release you
I release myself
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #259: Hope
Memories
Sifting through lost memories
An entire life
Packed in a box
Bucket List
I whisper goodbye
As your hands grow cold in mine
An unfinished list
Wrath
Not only humans
Suffer the wrath of typhoons
Fish out of water
Loss
For certain memories
time stands still
and for a moment
the pain is searingly fresh
The loss makes you realize
what matters most
An aching reminder
of what it means
to truly love
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #242: Time
Transitions
Life’s transitions
Freedom from this mortal world
Tears role down my face
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #236: Freedom and #237: Transition
Winds of Change
Seeds of love scattered
Blown by winds of emotion
Clouds of teargas
All we have
Is a few short minutes
To be sons and daughters
Fathers and mothers
Friends and lovers
There is no color
No race
No nation
Only humanity
Let us help each other
To live our best lives
In peace and compassion
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #235: Rant!
Truth is Black and White
I can’t breath
The presence of mind
To set the world on fire
Nothing left to lose
White
House afire
Hot with hate
Washed in vainglorious jactitation
Privilege
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #234: Presence
Otherness
Out of the brine,
the earliest seems so other
Ordovician beauty lies
in the eyes of the beholder
Is it desire or rote primitive urges
that keep this living relic
part of our current web
To be reborn,
as the 450 million year old villain
of our motion picture nightmares
And what do they see of us
do we appear as angels or incubus?
After all,
We crawled out of the ocean too
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #228: Otherness
Dancing Echoes 
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