tellurian

I have watched
as you trampled growing seeds
and poured scorn on these summer days
I have watched
as your shadow grew and cast a darkness
like a deepening sorrow over beauty
I have watched
as you laughed in the face of happiness
with a heinous grin of self-satisfaction
I have watched
as you tried to destroy all that you created
or claimed to have loved in the name of what?
I have watched
as many have cried and I am not sure why
such bitterness fills your heart
I have watched
as my wrists have bled the last vestiges
of hope and forgiveness
I have watched
but I can watch no more as the sun sets
on this last earthly hour

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forgetfulness

we can remember
lest we forget
and how could we forget?
but in all the looking back
we forget to look forward
or even take sideways glances
and it’s oh so easy to turn a blind eye
to all that goes on in faraway places
for there are many today
who are too readily forgotten
let’s not forget them either

 

a conversation with a lost friend

what you read
and what you hear
is not always true
or not always clear

what you think
and what you learn
is seldom bought
or seldom earned

what you want
and what you see
is not all of you
or not all of me

what we shared
and at what cost
is not our fault
has not been lost

 

dedicated to those who choose abuse
over forgiveness
who choose misrepresentation
over rational thought
who choose to rant and rave
with closed ears and eyes
in bullying cliques
and who find themselves adrift without hope
and without friends
with ever-more hardened hearts
and blinkered souls.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/conversation/

on frail stems

See the moon?
Behind the stand of poplar trees
It’s not quite full
A deceptive slither has been hid from view
And tonight
The air is still and warm
You could hear anything you want
Like the ground talking
The stars winking
Or my heart beating
Here in the front yard
Alone and frail and very tired
Wondering what on earth I am doing here
Where I will be this time next week
And the week after that
And the week after
And thereafter
When maybe I should stay put
Give up the roaming and searching
Settle into some kind of normalcy
Accept the truths that come with life
Breathe the warm still night air
And release burning teardrops
Shaped like pulsing hearts
To slip away and soak into soil
So when I am gone they will grow
And remind you of me
Bright red pulsing hearts
On frail stems
Below the stand of poplar trees
Through which the full moon will shine
On a warm still night of memories.