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
You want what you can’t have
Reasoning somehow that seems more valuable
Abandoning those who do love you
Because who would want to love you, right?
So you chase phantoms, try to rewrite history
Harvest lost souls like shiny objects, glinting in the sun
All the while they are burning your retina, so you cannot see the truth
The truth that’s been right in front of your face
All along
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #233: Harvest
Where once there was nothing
Sprouts delicate symbiosis
Emergent energy intertwined
Into nature’s tangled tattings
Blue green as earth’s beginnings
With antediluvian memories
Surrounding us unnoticed
In a lichen lace soliloquy
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #231: Nothing and #232: Emergent
Night blooming jasmine
Unfurls delicate petals
Waking to the moon
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #230: Moon
We are living in a time
When personal choices
Can impact so many others
As a matter of life or death,
Disparity never so clear
Selfishness disguised as freedom,
Choosing economy over humanity
Is the real tragedy
Because if we let go of man made doctrines,
Reject the fear of scarcity
And instead embrace abundance,
If we focus on taking care of one another
Everything will be all right
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #229: Choices
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
On a balmy spring night
Where the gravid pink moon
Pregnant with summer anticipation
Lumbers toward full
While upon the darkly fen
A sign language of love
Flickers in the misty umbra
“I am here”
Sign language of love
In isolated umbra
Fireflies flicker
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #227: Quarantine
There is no point in running
Because there’s no place to go
Trapped by our own behavior
In a state of internal limbo
While the world keeps turning
And nature rebounds
In our absence
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a word Challenge #226: Running
Cascade of petals
Beauty in fragility
Glimmer of soft spring
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #225: Glimmer
Virtual worlds collide
Airwaves replace touch
Community spirit
I am in awe at the resiliency and creative spirit that has come out of this pandemic. In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #224: Awe.
