Pronouns
are like
water
While
not as
flavorful
As
other
beverages
It’s
a fresh
element
That’s
a big
deal
When
you try
living
Without
them
Pronouns
are like
water
While
not as
flavorful
As
other
beverages
It’s
a fresh
element
That’s
a big
deal
When
you try
living
Without
them
The water’ssurface stagnates,still,as long as I clutchtightthe cold,heavy stone.No ripplesreflect daylightuntilI decideto let go.
The GulfBottomlessblue waters,where warm currentscradle energy.Storms risein fits.Tempests swirlin whispered rage,thunder clapping,chaos breaking.Surely youwill carry somethingwhen you hitland.Our land,intentionally slicedto keep usseparate.Unequal.Angry.A divisioncuratedin those vastblue waters.You have renamedthe big blueabyss.Your endgame?Only youknow.But it leaves usisolatedfrom the worldbeyondthat blue gap. Building Bridges Across the Gulf Not everyone is trying to widen the distance across the gulf….
This dragging winter of dread and despair Lingers later. Longer. Bitter breeze bites the air.Where is spring’s welcoming warm embrace?Outstretched arms of golden rays ‘cross this gray, dreary space? Vitamin D deficiency is taking its toll. Bones brittle, sight sad, heart hurt, mood droll.Supplements, shots, salmon, sprays can’t compare, To the comforting rays of sun-swayed…
I miss…
Crispy romaine
spinach
spring mix
and kale
Absolutionfoundwhere I sleptcryingin nightair. Look, sad heart! Wipe awaythose pulsatingtears. Peacearriveswhen you chooseto forgetoffensesthe guilty neverrealizethey committed.