Revolving Doors

Time passes from hours to decades Routines alter to fit the timesAnother generation takes over and then anotherNothing exists without changeSlow to evolve are us humansForging our way through revolving doors Out to a new era and in to the same mistakesRevolutionizing the external worldMatters little to internal transformation Acts deemed as progress Turn to stepping stones for destructionInsightfulContinue reading “Revolving Doors”

Boughed Heads

An aimless wanderer who knows not her destination. The trees sense her pain, bowing their heads in unison. They offer the young woman shelter; protect and guide her. They show her that she may find light in the darkness. When she is ready, they lift their branches skyward and point to the stars. They rustleContinue reading “Boughed Heads”

Belonging to Nature?

Microcosms of the universe;even in ashes or dustwe shall beone with nature.Yet…We are intruders.Destroyers of habitat,polluters of sky and sea.Determined to disturb nature’s balancefor our own gratification;to our own demise.We don’t belong. W3 Prompt #105: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Destiny, prompts us to: “Compose a free verse poem of no more than 12Continue reading “Belonging to Nature?”