Syrup still dripping from your fingertips,
you try to gift me the sugared dreams
you have stolen away
from a pearlescent candied sky.
I long to taste such dreams
of sweetened rest.
Sweetened Stolen Dreams
On The Horizon
Thursday photo prompt: Vista #writephoto
Gazing at lush greenness as it travels
along this vista, a soul emptied of itself,
shrinking away to dust
for all the of giving it had done,
breathes in fullness and begins to glow.
Only here in green wildness breathed,
can pinhole prick holes and jagged slashes
be sealed in a soul emptied of itself.
Stillness
Image courtesy of Thedevil’strifecta.com
In this stillness,
You appeared,
Laughing, smiling—
A twirling blur
In a fresh dawn.
In this stillness,
I wanted
To move
Into the light of dawn
With you.
In the stillness,
I struggled,
And discovered
I could only watch
Your light filled swirls–
For I was the stillness.
Where I Found You
https://scvincent.com/2020/07/02/thursday-photo-prompt-dream-writephoto/
I thought to find you on the path
Between the heather patches.
You were not there.
I thought to find you along the roads
From here to other places I traveled,
But there were no traces.
I thought to find you along the routes
Where I walked the dogs.
Of course, there you were,
Ready to laugh and say they loved you best.
As you always did.
Taking treats from your pocket,
You fed and petted them.
Looking up at me, you said I had more
Grey than last you saw, but it didn’t look bad.
Your idea of a compliment, I know.
I killed the weeds of anger over things like that.
Now I must learn to trim back the hedges of grief.
Get electric hedge trimmers you laughingly said.
Then whispered I should learn from the dogs
And you’d meet me along the path
Between the heather one day.
And that was all.
You were gone.
Leaden
https://scvincent.com/2020/06/25/thursday-photo-prompt-silver-writephoto-2/
I can not begin to hold
the silver in the twilight air,
for it too quickly slips from my fingers.
My feet stuck in my quicksand thoughts
of moonlight shimmering on silvered hair
so, stop any step toward a silver chance,
Slipping away like silk as twilight
Fades into velvet night.
For White Pearls
Faceless, nameless
Are the multitudes
Who still exist
Within the air
Of a past colliding
Upon your present.
Unpleasant for you,
I know, disruption
To the course of your
Day to day
Good morning harmony,
The dripping sugar whiteness
Of your “girl next door” hood.
You are not faceless.
You are not nameless.
Your language drips privileged
White pearls of empty empathy.
Turn your television off with white pride,
The faceless and the nameless
Will not apologize for the noose
You feel tightening around
Your Good Morning Positivity
As faced and named change comes
To Our Nation.
Charms
Serrated edges of your secrets
Sliced open my chest long ago.
Yet, I carried those secrets
Across the borders of decades.
I guarded those secrets like gemstones.
I wore them as talismans,
Good luck charms, rubbing each
Like burnished bronze of ages old.
Why have I kept them so?
I do not know.
Should Not Have
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/06/06/weekend-writing-prompt-160-kaleidoscope/
Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 23 words–Kaleidoscope
A woman once held a kaleidoscope to my eyes.
I, like child entranced, fooled by a prism of colors,
Gave my soul away.
Spirit of Stone
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green horizon, beyond which the mist veils a hill topped with strange rock formations.
I knelt before God
as the earth was formed.
For ages I have been here,
spirit of stone unmoving,
waiting above the forest land.
I am the tonnage of stones,
living veiled behind swirling mists.
Yet, I am billions of stones,
existing beyond the veil.
I press the earth for meaning
when I hear the children of earth wail
of suffering through centuries.
I rise above the peace of forest land,
lifting the tonnage of anger I carry.
I am the billions of stones now,
moving beyond the veil.
I have risen, the world,
carrying justice
in the weight of stone,
the children of earth will not be moved.
Behind the veil, I am the tonnage of stones.
I will retreat there when this time is done.
Finally
On our knees
We have spent lifetimes,
Ages, centuries, and still
On our knees
Are we
Of color
Of gender
Of any difference at all
If you’d so, please
To know the truth
If you’d care
To know
We’d given up hope
Of walking fearless long ago
When you brought out
The hoses and the dogs
We’ve begged and pleaded
And marched
We even, yes, the irony of it all,
We even took the knee,
To respect but protest
The shameful sin
Of how you treated us all
But even in our silence
Deemed too mouthy
By those who wished
Us no mouth at all
You slapped us down
Called us unamerican
For believing, for asking
For the promise
Of liberty for us all
No more on our knees
No more No more No more
On our knees or knees
Upon our backs and necks
No more begging on our knees
We stand straight and tall
The day is here and now
For righteousness
To flood the words with meaning
Finally, finally
Liberty and Justice for All
