The dawn reveals the battered exterior,
Worn but enduring.
Lovingly and harshly displayed,
Each worn corner continues to stand,
The crumbles and cracks bared proudly.
Careful patches show their wear as
The light shines through the thin fabric.
The patches have patches; the joints are repaired.
It’s held together by string, glue, and will,
Unveiled in each stitch, seam, and nail.
How much of the original is even there?
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Hope
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It’s the huge knot in the back of the throat
That can’t be seen or measured or touched,
But it steals your breath and stops your speech,
Blocking all passage through – up or down –
Except the gasps and convulsive sobs that
Burst through it no matter how you try to stop them.
It dams the ducts that hold in tears until they
Build up into a throbbing pressure behind the eyes.
Unable to escape down, inside, the flood overflows,
But the pressure remains, and the knot grows
And with it, that choking sensation that
Forbids the passage of anything but grief.
Elegy for All
A moment of silence for those who died
And prayers for those they left behind
May there be peace for all, lost and bereft
And, please, an end to senseless death.
Rude Awakening
Darkness with a quiet hum of sleeping houses
Is broken slowly by the rude sun
Shining in their eyes and jolting them,
Hard and fast, into the new day
Like an older sibling with a flashlight.
Doesn’t it know it’s Saturday?
Early Morning To Come
Hi, Everyone!
I have an unusually early morning coming up tomorrow (I should be in bed now, really). Long story short:
A post to come, slightly delayed
Or more than slightly, I’m afraid
Minutes and hours, the wait goes on
But the challenge will not be withdrawn.
Although not done by early light,
There’ll be more to read before the night.
Thanks for reading!
Veterans Day
To all the men and women who served
To all who lost their lives
A moment of silence: hats off with respect –
A prayer for their husbands and wives.
A thought for their children, their parents, and more,
Remembering all that they sacrificed for.
Good Morning
Not a drop of alcohol –
No shots, no beers, no nothing!
Not a single pill or push –
Illegal, prescribed, or neither!
Yet bleary eyes greet the day
With twin red glares of pain
And a throbbing ache behind them
To drive the brain insane
To this uncalled for agony,
One finger says, “Good morning.”
In a gesture, blunt yet eloquent,
But the sun ignores the warning.
Scattered Shards
Scattered shards of dreams that twist and taunt:
Hundreds, thousands – uncountable.
Too many to choose from – Too many
To reach for, they glide and sparkle
Filling my vision with shattered focus,
A kaleidoscope of dancing gems
That spin and slide from outstretched hands –
Too far to tell fractured from flawless
Or even stone from glass.
Expensive Drivel
Money speaks to money,
But does money hear the drivel
It’s raised above the drone?
Or maybe money doesn’t listen
But whines at each other, alone.
Aggravation and anger,
Like a splinter under the skin,
Drives us to fix the problem,
But where do we even begin?
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