Winds of the World

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NaPoWriMo Day 9 Prompt is a 9 line poem. I am using Magic 9

The winds of the world are gathering, inciting glee in the evils of old.
The lives of the innocent are forfeited daily.
Soulless men with shiny black eyes are harbingers of doom, most bold.
Mouths foam from gas as lungs deflate.
Sand painted blood red creates anguished wails just as in revelations foretold.
Rumors of war may not be rumors.
Are those the thundering hooves of the horsemen here to collect dark, empty souls?
Life has no value as rapists rape and murderers torture, all rather gaily.
Dark shadows loom over our world ringing bells in a cacophonous death toll.

Whisper Words on the Wind #amwriting #napowrimo #unicorns

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Impossible thoughts come in the night and by the light of day they seem quizzical.  I ask the universe and she says, “yes.”  Action brings life to words best left in empty mind graves.  Darkness and the dry ash of bones are blown away with the whisper of words on the wind.  Unicorns leap and fart glitter rainbows.  The impossible is suddenly possible.  It is real and tangible.  Seize the reigns and ride your dreams to the far side of the moon.  Whisper loudly those impossible words to the wind.

When The Gray Birds Fly

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The day was gray and filled with clouds.

Birds flew against the white sky like silver flecks in a snow globe.

They say flocking birds fly taking souls to heaven.

The birds told me I was not in time.

I glanced at the flocking birds as numbness encapsulated my soul.

Disbelief crept into my thoughts as time was not on my side.

The birds flew higher with your soul as the silent ambulance flashed by.

Just days before our eyes met for the final time.

I knew it would not be long as gray had infiltrated you from the inside.

Gray clutched my heart and squeezed.

I knew you only had a little time.

You lay there warm and I stoked your hair, your face, your  hand.

I felt good as your suffering was gone.

I felt good as you were at peace in so many ways.

Gray silence was left in your wake.

Silence and the need for me to be strong.

The gray birds spirited away but you came back in a gossamer veil.

Like Lazarus you were transformed.  A new body, a new smile, eternal life.

You, the You, you could not be in life.

The better you, the happy you, that you could only be in death.

I was so happy to see you and know that things are better on the other side.

Cha-click-bang. Cha-click-bang.  Such an odd sound to awaken to,

It was you with one last message for me

Cha-click-bang. Cha-click-bang.  You demanded I get up out of a deep sleep.

Cha-click-bang. Cha-click-bang! I obeyed and went straight to your room.

As I walked that demanding whisper faded as alertness moved in.

Words you never told me, I heard for the first time whispered softly beneath the words of a song.

“I will always love you.”

I knew it was you talking to me for the last time.

It’s been six years since the gray birds flew.

Six years since that last whisper from you.

It will be a long time till we meet again.

That day will be gray and filled with clouds.

It will be a day when the flocking birds fly; fly my soul right up to heaven.

Until that day Dad…goodbye.

Silver Tongue Truths

silver tongued devilNaPoWriMo #2 #napowrimo

Like leaves from a pale, albino tree, silver tongued truths come easy.

One here, one there and soon the ground is covered with pretty glittery things.

Born out of fear and, at times, the deed not to hurt, they cover the landscape.

Step around boys and girls, step around.

Step in and they will damage the shoes, hurt the soul, mar the eyes.

Step in and they wound the heart, maggot the trust and rape credibility.

Silver tongued truths are not real. The ugly, sobering reality is true.

I hate your dress.  You look road hard and put up wet.

What swill is this you are serving me?

I love you…but only for your money, your body, your connections.

Your hair is a scary rats nest today.

Truth is real but so not nice.

We want nice.  We want to be liked.

So…Step around boys and girls, step around!

Pick from the eternal tree of lies and live.

Live the lie.

Lie.

An Unwork Day

The world of Unwork is very different.
It is very stressful to be so free.
I am haunted by lists of old…to do, projects, upcoming events.
They are slowly fading away from my memory.

5:30 am is still the waking time of the Unwork day.
Up. Cook. Get ready for the day.
My time has gradually become filled with other things.
Cleaning. Cleaning and rearranging.
Odd thing is, the more I clean the more dirt I find.
A speck means a reclean of the whole thing.
No matter what it is.

I have seen other faces now wearing the look of the unwork day.
At coffee shops. At the library. At the book stores.
We all have that new look of the freshly unworked.

Hope lives with in us.
We are all looking for the shift.
Like daylight savings time, we wait for the shift.
The shift of the day when times moves us.
Moves us out of the coffee shops, out of the book stores.
Moves us back to the nine to five.
Work!

Today is another unwork day.
Who knew being free could be so stressful.