Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence


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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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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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Quiet

As I sit in your quiet house
A lifetime of memories haunt me
Sweet snippets of laughter play
A flickering old movie reel
Until the film finally runs out
Celluloid flapping against metal
Jolts me back to reality
Past relationships lost to time
Unwilling to mask my sorrow

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #188: Mask and #189: Quiet


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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