The best weaponry
To slay thy enemies well
The best weaponry
To slay thy enemies well
Toying with kittens
Child’s play, like taking candy
Fear not wee scratches
Little ones playing at big
Amusements of life growing
Awakened white seas
Clocks ring loudly, finally
The brown been waiting
Dipping polished toes
Safety check for measured calm
Mustn’t stir too much
Awareness; fear roused
Voted for chains for years
Must rally a spine
Is it safe enough
White seas mostly safe
Standing Rock, Africa; not
Still crushed in between
Witnessed lunch ladies
Sounding bells to wake; small fights
Hopes to be movements.
Fear shakes up the bobs
Their voices speak out, lightly
A real enough shift?
I’d witnessed a couple of semi-‘ladies who golf and lunch’ having a discussion surrounding Trump’s upcoming policy changes. They were Republicans, one of which presumably, after some consideration and perhaps listening to news sources outside of Fox News, did not vote for Trump.
It was she who brought up the legitimacy of his changes. The other challenged her with a certain level of strength (not in policy knowledge, but in force of voice). This caused the non-alpha to step her point back and re-frame it as a statement akin to, “I was just sayin'”…
Yep, I thought, some of them have started to see the threats aren’t just about the formerly conveniently distant folk, but neither the threat, nor these ladies, were anywhere near the levels of marching for change just yet.
Although, perhaps we can give points for non-alpha later deleting that conversation and replacing it with several feverishly forwarded messages of those who dare to speak first, followed a week later with some test-i-fyin’! Howah, look at girl go now!
The window rattled
Deep eyes command, “heed”
Friends caw with concern
Wariness is in order
Step back from the sill
Strange portents unveiled
Holding unforeseen remorse
Seeks to change the past
He knows he’s always been loved
Held by an eternal ribbon of energy, binding lifetimes after lifetime
Until madness strikes, darkening, once again, all revelation
Hope became obscured by landmines of poisoned frivolities
Silly id dreams; a dance mix of Oedipus, Tantalus, Aristippus…
Every step an intriguing claim of elevation, all baseless; mocking Divinity’s design
The guileless taken unawares that soon their sky would become green
and the clouds will rain red and azure seas would boil brown
The world turned inside out within the haze of fear’s divisive fires
She sighed, can’t do dark
Only light truly sees light
You’ve always known that
You still felt my heart
in every distraction
Holy exceeds all
She takes his hand and holds it in her lap
She said, you were always my sun
and she joined all the spots on his hand with her lips
Her tracings on his hand reminded them of the beginning
when she first saw him and she connected all the dots
of a future begging to be mapped
Hope was their only highway
and desires assured everything was real
before meaninglessness ruined yet another lifetime…
…and then, Divinity promised another…
Lusting for her fall
Your four ears in on her calls
Sharing how she bleeds
Re-tooled her story
While you bonded in secret
Crispy grins & glee
Pleased to have gifted chagrin
A graceless friendship
Sometimes what seems like the ending is really only a middle… whole rooms of space for the plot to thicken or the potential for an especially satisfying twist, or so I’ve heard.
Daily prompt, writing challenge: Unfinished
Begin to sound desperate
Like ‘dances with wolves’
Such ease, in the end
To crack up a dull ego
Toss words like raw meat
I got a really great laugh out of this one, and thank you, friends who sent me all sort of inspiring fodder. I thank you for your continuing support and care.
My love always to special bird lovers, and watchers. xo.
Daily prompt, writing challenge: Façade
Just a little light-hearted fun in the middle of intense yet gratifying circumstances. Definitely back to loving life.
Inspired by the writing challenges issued by the Daily Prompt: Passionate https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/passionate/
Life is pushy when it wants the best for you. Sometimes you have to give in & give up, a lot…
When this photo shoot was set up in the spring, I knew I wanted to wear the dress I’d hung in public the previous October 4th as requested by Metis artist, Jaime Black. Her ‘REDress Project’ is an art-based awareness campaign in tribute to missing and murdered Indigenous women. Red dresses represent these women. (See tree photo and background notes here)
I’d chosen to hang my dress under my beloved weeping willow tree. That seemed like a poignant statement in itself. At the time of that participation, I was soul surfing through a course of life-altering loss, trauma, and life and death events.
In a way, even that gorgeous tree experienced the same before it let loose its majestic beauty. I’d saved it years before from being brutally hacked at when my ex would attempt to eradicate the ‘strange weed’ growing in the middle of our yard. … I guess my point is, there was a whole lot of understanding under and within that tree.
So, when I met up with Nadya Kwandibens, a very skilled and renowned photographer who honored me with her talent, she suggested we head to a local park and search for more of a nature-based/natural background. When we arrived, she scanned the landscape and then she pointed and said, “There – head over there, I think we should get you under those trees” – the weeping willows.
Nope, she had no idea of my story, it was just how this particular circle would finish. It seemed like a good omen and I suppose it was. I have come through what I think is the greater part of those trials and I have gained new strengths and continue to build them.
From a time I was certain I couldn’t even breathe for another 5 minutes to standing up tall enough to see – that no matter how hard the testing, no matter how hard life knocks at me, I will keep getting up. I know that now, because even when there shouldn’t have been a way I could have, I somehow did.
Like my tree, I am still standing.
Tres’ récompense for
working the same come-hithers
Bien des champagne
Beaucoup décolletage-filled screens
Non belle special, after all
Called her a lady
’cause east coast friends, north and south
proved that truth for him
Lady knew their secrets though
Wine reveals more than flesh shots
Tank’d a lot, that lot
and soon enough the angels
moved his lifetime best
to The Only Man worthy
Luck to all fish ‘O plenty…