Foolish of me to expect mercy, wasn’t it?
I knew
You relished the suffering of others.
I hoped
For sobriety and logic and fairness and love.
Foolish of me, wasn’t it?
*inspired by Three Word Wednesday ~ Foolish, Mercy, Relish
Apr 272011
Apr 052011
Early challenges aside,
Halcyon days existed
Like diamonds
Rare
~ but there ~
Buried in lengthy, brown-coal years.
Upon reflection
Those icy sparklers
Scattered glints of iris light,
Enough to nurture hope for brighter futures.
Blessed be the prism that refracts to alter views.
Blessed be the child who from the old path skews.
halcyon: to hearken back to an earlier time, remembered as idyllic
Mar 242011
In the wild ~ hot ~ cold
Mountains of Afghanistan
You wear whatever’s issued:
Heavy boots
Camouflage
Backpack bearing two weeks’ supplies
And you trudge,
Weapon at the ready.
You know what you’re doing.
Well-trained
For the task at hand,
An insulated, self-sufficient man,
Still
I want you home
From that harsh
Hostile
Land.
You
Left us
Here alone
Powerless, broke
Paralyzed by fear
Want and need forced action
Courage came through parted blinds
The world appeared less dangerous
Soon, venturing out was an option
In day’s bright light, our lights shined through, brightly
Then we knew you had lied and we would survive
But that is the beginning of a new story.
*inspired by Carry on Tuesday ~ But that is the beginning of a new story
Jan 132011
HOPE
Humbly
Hovers
Here
Healing hearts
Helping humanity
Hearkening happiness
Hallelujah!
I AM grateful.
*Inspired by Big Tent Poetry
