Fire Within
Flames,
of orange and red
flicker, twist, dip, and bow in
a mysterious
counterpoint dance
tiptoeing on edge as
music orchestrates
in staccato fashion
crackles, pops, and snaps
punctuate the ancient dance
mesmerizing human eyes
Somewhere In Havana
My headlights reveal only where we are going,
not where we have been—I am not in control.
Another takes my wheel and sets me in motion
in a direction not of my choosing.
Silent No Longer
Words
wielded as a weapon
explode within my heart
shredding love and trust
locking fear as a collar
Controlled.
Collateral Damage
Fear
unleashed microscopic menace
from virus to pandemic
media spins its dire warning
while leaders put the world in
Lockdown.
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Blizzard’s Rage
Trees skeletal and still stretch skyward
like sentinels watching over the land.
White clouds cover the living skies as
a breeze kicks up whispering its warning.
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Survival: A Poem
A piercing cry
commands my attention,
eyes alert and searching through
the snow-framed window pane,
along sleeping branches
blanketed in frigid white,
rocked by arctic wind.
Autumn’s Palette
Autumn colours in many hues
orange and red resemble fire,
while brown and gold pay their dues
a vibrant dance that must inspire.
Soul Song
Sunrise fades to sunset,
sunshine, rain and snow.
The seasons blur together
as time swirls around me,
without saying hello.
Musical Ride
It thunders like a herd of stallions galloping
across the skies,
Hooves striking off the elements sending sparks
shooting in all directions,
As jagged molten forks set clouds on fire
exploding ancient trees.
Missing
Your silence hovered as heavy as a thunderstorm,
while guilt lashed your sails and ran you aground.
You cried tears of endless anguish replaying
harsh words spoken like lightening splitting rock.
Sojourner
As a caterpillar crawls in slow motion
rippling over the dust,
so I plod inch by inch, step by step
as others rush past.
They are blind to my presence as
rhythmic feet kick up opaque clouds
blinded I stand with my face as flint
determined to finish my race well.
The True North Strong And Free!
The True North has weakened and lockdown turns homes into castles or prisons
against a microscopic invader hidden for days while invisible copies lay
store windows stare blankly as closed signs flicker in rows of neon unison.
Tear Catcher
Knees butchered by surgeon’s knife
three times crossed an unseen line
Years of torture strain the heart
persevering scars cover mine
Promises
Sun’s rays refract through rain,
creating multi-faceted hues in
wondrous bows of colour-
God’s promise to the earth.
Forever.
Victor’s Pawn
Stealth-
arrows find their mark,
subtle thoughts twist reason
fear finds its familiar home.
