Stark Warning

Macabre pictures of his injuries Posted on social mediaA photographic tourEach broken bone Each bloodied body partA stark warning? Message receivedA rapid responseAbscond from the cityPrepare for a bucolic existence Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #338 – Macabre (36 words) Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Tour by Sue and Gerry RDP Monday: BUCOLIC

Recurring Dream

Motion slow in a desperate runNotion I’ve been here beforeOcean flows from subconscious streamEmotion spills onto shoreLook for meaning in recurrent dreamBooks and blogs are inconsistentGood luck, omens, polar extremesOutlook for answers is nonexistent Thank you Melissa Lemay for selecting me as this week’s PoW for W3! This is my poem in response to myContinue reading “Recurring Dream”

Messenger of Peace

The dove was aloftDoused by the cold frozen rainThe first month with sleetDiverted from its missionIt seeks sustenance belowSoaring over homesSearching for scarce seeds and grainLate winter gardenA magnificent bountyIt fills its empty stomachA feeling of warmthTwo figures sit togetherBlanket by the fireSheltered from the pelting sleetAwaiting message of peace Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic PoetryContinue reading “Messenger of Peace”

Clandestine Moon

I see you hiding in the shadowsA sliver illuminated in light The sun reveals your secretsYour clandestine antics Won’t work tonightPerhaps the clouds will grant you reprieveAs earth gets into positionTo shield you fullyFrom the sun’s watchful glare Quadrille #189: Poems Most Mad & Moonly hosted by De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) at dVerse

Gifting Lions

A shy child she wasHead down among strangersEyes peeking up through long lashes A large stuffed lion tucked under her armThe only friend to whom she spokeThe toy frayed and the child grewShe became the lionStanding her groundRoaring against injusticeAsserting herself on behalf of the meekGifting children plush lions Sadje’s What do you see #Continue reading “Gifting Lions”

Until Spring

Indian summerConquered by winter’s resolveI sit quietlyWrapped in a woolen blanketWhile waves crash upon the shoreI rise from my perchA final walk on the beachLeft behind till springLone cold feet imprint the sandGulls cry lamentful goodbyes I pass through sand dunesPast sparkling freshwater pondsWild geese preen feathersIndifferent to the chillWhile I shiver in protest RDPContinue reading “Until Spring”