Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence


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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


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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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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

 


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Ashes

Ashes
Shattered into a billion tiny pieces
S
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


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Mothers

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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.


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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