Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence



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


The Point

A point of light
For a dark night and rough seas
No longer shines

We should all strive to be more Charlie. He was a true force of nature. RIP my friend.

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #215: Point




Shattered into a billion tiny pieces
cattered in the wind as ripples shift
Along the vast expanse of time
Giving the illusion of super novas
Twinkling in the afterlife

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #212: Expanse and #213: Illusions




A uniting force
Keeping mewlings safe and sound
Neighborhood mothers

While I was lucky to have been raised by an incredible mother, I was also privileged to have grown up in a neighborhood of warrior mothers. I had a sense of a sound safety net. That I would never go hungry. My skinned knee would be immediately doused in Bactine in front of whichever house I crashed my bike. A snow day meant making the rounds of homes for hot chocolate in between hours of sledding or skating. Some mother was always looking out for me -or relaying inappropriate behavior if warranted. Born during the depression, that generation of mothers had a rough childhood so they made sure we didn’t. Almost all the warrior mothers of my childhood are gone now as that generation fades into fond memories.

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge: Mothers.



You and I always seemed to be
On the opposite sides of a bridge
Neither able to cross without it swinging wildly
Tension thick as humid gulf air
Impatience and disappointment our love language

You and I alike in so many ways
So sensitive we each tried to bite first
Both with a stubborn shell of protection
Curiosity for life’s most enigmatic questions our common ground
With expectations released, forgiveness our final passage

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #197: Fathers



Mirage of trees
Shimmer in reflection
Cold hard glass

Spiritless crow
Adorning the sidewalk
Window strike

The unfortunate demise of this crow gave me an opportunity to appreciate for a moment the beautiful fragility of its being. What a privilege to hold such a captivating creature before it is rendered back to dust and a poignant reminder that in a mere instant, the miracle of being can be extinguished.

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #191: Being