Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence


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Locked


Inside looking out
Many phases of the moon
Her last loving hug

Locked in with her memories
Grandma sheds a single tear

Time is most priceless possession to the elderly. So to treat them as if their time is “less than” or to prolong taking precious time away from loved ones is intolerably cruel. Instead of the elderly”taking one for the team” let’s work together so that families can reunite and be whole again. 

Wear a mask, socially distance, wash your hands. Let’s beat this thing before it is too late for your loved ones.


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Ikigai

Spinning down
a portal of despair
searching ikigai
knowing if I do the work
a radiant sky awaits

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #243: Portal and #244: Radiance


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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!


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Truth is Black and White

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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


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Untaken

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Brilliant
Steps untaken
Parasitic RNA strands
Replicate feeding on ignorance
Isolate

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #223: Untaken


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Tiny

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You may be feeling very small and insignificant right now, powerless even
You matter and you have a voice
Don’t give up hope
Don’t give up
Don’t give up
Don’t give up…

Tiny golden jewels
Sparkle in cold winter light
Wild beach rose

Your time to blossom will come
Spring thaw around the corner

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #218: Tiny


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Tourist

Feeling like a tourist in my own country
Stoned by words of hostility and division
Having to check my patience while struggling
To keep my sense of retribution in check
Because if I allow the malignant cancer of hate
To take hold of my soul
Then I become the problem
And not the solution

In response to patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #216: America and #217: Tourists


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Heaven

No more dances

Around the sun

She is now

Back to stardust

 In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #185: Heavens


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Vanishing

Vanishing
Each day
Little by little
Memories evanesce into darkness
Alzheimer’s

Who knows when the fog descended, your intelligence
It hid your secret, until you were at the point of no return
 
But the storm of your last six weeks could not deny the plaques and tangles,
The snarled mat of mind disintegration, consuming consciousness
 
I was the one had to take your car keys, the doctors would not help
I was the one that had to hide your guns, the police would not help
 
Their fear of lawsuit left them impotent
So each day I would check on you, alone
 
Not knowing if the wind would be coming out of the north or south.
Not knowing what lay behind the closed door in the darkened room
 
Then came the day that would last forever, what would be the eye of this storm.
Your relentless desperation for a gun, wanting to die in your own bed next to Mom
 
Then with your wife safely hidden away in the sanctuary of a friend
We began our unholy race, knowing we would all lose in the end
 
So I was forced to choose; there was no solace here,
Standing on the abyss of unfathomable emotions
 
The twist of fate, the parent-child relationship spun on its head
Protecting you from yourself, Mom from your delusions
 
Oh Freud would have a field day with this
Your id isolated and locked away in all its destructive glory
 
At first you would not talk to me, volcanic eruptions of anger,
Then you held my hand, conspiring like two naughty children
 
“Let me out please, I will behave”
“I will say anything I have to, let me go home”
 
The last time I fed you sweet, cool ice cream, your eyes shined
But inside you were wasting, wasting, wasting away
 
Sinew-shrunk; just skin, bones and confusion
Fear and suffering your companion until your final
 
 
Breath

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #172: Vanishing