Words Fail Me

Not a day for humor. Too many heartbreaking images. Too much pain.

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Dreaded Whispers

Cotinus Young Lady-SmokeBush-Asitcomes

Been gardening again… I love this plant.

Strokes of moonlight smother
the inflorescent
whispers of the smoke bush

wavering against twilight’s
ghostly dreams
while pondering the water,
pondering depth and death.

Apocalyptic Media

Hot off the presses!
Murder en masse, wars, lies and more!
Anything for sales.

~ Silence ( A Personification )

 

I am the voice
silenced by war
by drive by shootings
by evil intent
the innocent
a child, mer babe
my life taken
robbed of my future
by bombs crashing
devastation, distraction in their wake
by turbulent gangs
their shoots scattering helter skelter
by the driver out of control
road rage in a pistol
by the parent who was to love me
bagged, left to rot in a suitcase, a lake

dig right in me

Lay your tears to rest
in my skull like jewels,
to fray
my love for tragedy
and shake the world away.

..
This house is cold
inside summer ovens
of tar and butter,
where hammocks leave
crosshatched dreams
in my back.

Remember When

Some have asked if one can remember
Where were you when things changed
When a world stopped for a moment
Because someone showed out deranged.

Remember when the only topic covered
When there was only a single thought
How could something like this happen
Remember that a president has been shot.

So much has changed since that day
Looking at a black and white tv screen
Who would have thought life so valueless
So much now on those screens to be seen.

Some aspects of life are better now
But innocence itself is rarely found
Back when time stopped and tears fell
Because a shell casing fell to the ground.

Maid of Honour

Some people are special,

Not because of their great looks or deeds,

But because they have a light-

A light that shines through their eyes,

A light that holds the power to ignite a thousand minds,

A light that mends every heart and makes it whole,

The light of their divine soul…..

She was a part of my family, long before I was born,

My parents trusted her completely, even with their newborn.

She never spoke much, nor did she ever raise her voice,

She was always punctual & worked diligently with poise.

She earned little, yet never clamored for more,
Pride and self respect were filled in her to the core.

Tragedy struck when her husband lost his sight and subsequently his job,
But the doughty woman soldiered on- not a tear or a sob.