Silence is consent. And silence where life and liberty is at stake, where by a timely protest we could stay the destroyer’s hand, and do not do so, is as criminal as giving actual aid to the oppressor, for it answers his purpose.~Ernestine Rose
In the dark hours before dawn, I rise
and bid the ogreish nightmares goodbye. Face in the mirror, hand over my heart I pledge my unique gifts. I’ll do my part.
My soul’s obligation is to embrace
while saying I do not consent. This place and time show clearly what is durable. The fear and greed recipe’s curable.
Be light and dance, I am advised. Shadows
chastise and all that I’ve despised disclose the work I’ve yet to do, illuminate the poorly written script as it deflates.
Inspired by: Durable, Ogreish and Obligation.
Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.” – Alan Watts.
Hours before dawn my pup and I pace
under the glowing mirrored moon and trace the trail of constellated starry cues that summon intuition and infuse
my muse opening gateways in the night
illuminating ether my birthright I’m back in tune each segment harmonize walking the dark powerful galvanize
Inspired by: Segment and Back
For decades (centuries), official media and government have been using their bully pulpits to publish lies and self-serving gobbledygook. To control what millions of people believe and think.~ Jon Rappoport
The depraved united to skew the view
distort the facts, reliable truth coup –when you own the press, it’s easy to do– call me conspiracist as I break through
the queue of visitors led by the hand
through galleries constructed by broadband and humming with that 5G frequency that irritates my sensitivity
outside I go under the dazzling stars
as Moon and Saturn dance retrograde Mars and then the sun reveals the crimson leaves and yellows brighter than artists conceive
Inspired by: Crimson, United, Reliable and Visitor.
I realize I can’t pretend to sleep
to summarize the dreams I tried to keep have dissipated and though I beseech the walls between the worlds cannot be breached
and so I rise and open up the blinds
and leap into a dazzling sunrise that lifts me up and joyously reminds me: open my eyes, living is the prize
Inspired by Summarize, Dazzle and Sleep.
Words cast spells. That’s why it’s called spelling.~Jake Thompson
The insubstantial gleam of sun is caught
in layers of clouds stranger than they ought to be. My childhood memories of puffs of white on blue, not tic-tac-toe by toughs
piloting tanks of toxins to spray high
over our heads until we choke and cry while propaganda hoots, be lenient calling conspiracy convenient
bespelled, entranced, word meanings fall away
without logic, dissonance here to stay. It’s 1984 as predicted reality is torn and conflicted
so you and I align and praise sunrise,
ground under trees, let beauty fill our eyes and break the spell with our powerful words singing with breezes, heeding signs from birds.
Inspired by: Lenient, Insubstantial, Gleam and Stranger.
Featured image: Duck landing symbolizes: “No matter where you put me, I will learn to thrive and make the best of what I have.”~Katelyn Wilde
I eat my peas with honey. I’ve done it all my life. It makes the peas taste funny, but it keeps them on the knife.
I hang out with a six-year-old, discuss
cosmography and medicine and thus expose the lies of our entrainment-ken nonsensical theories we must defend
because it’s so. Unravel all I know:
a tapestry woven by clever foes instilling false beliefs like pretty fluff we carry unexamined off the cuff.
Segue to dark: grovel, beg my liver
release the arrows stored in your quiver anger tips venom-coated deadly aimed to take flight, fell the enemies I blamed
and claimed have caused the ills in this moment.
This sore throat’s yesterday’s hurt bestowment and weapons I’ve created to take arms I release. I will not cause myself harm.
Inspired by: Grovel, Pretty, Flight, Segue, and Moment.
Featured image: Honey medicine. A little goes a long, long way.
In the still morning light conquers shadows
to reveal fleeting mandalas wind throws in the darkness. Red maple leaves exceed their limits, untreed and tumbled to bleed
poetry and art. The sky echoes pinks.
Mallards feather trails of spiraling links in water reflecting the willow’s weep. My dog feasts on the scents, she noses deep
in sculptures of pinecones and needles rust
my battery’s recharged, senses upthrust bliss bowls me over, no trepidation this vivid autumn painting elation
Inspired by: Trepidation, Battery, Exceed, Lights and Shadows, and Bowl.
The dawn of a new day reveals everything changed.~Laura Walker
The spiral path of learning twists and turns
reveals niggling hurts ready to burn stowed in the overwhelm in caverns sealed so long ago, forgotten in the field
latent, ignored behind the screens of years
powerful extracts formed distilling fears. This is the medicine I self-create infused with feelings condensed to filtrates
and as I step watchful through each new gate
intentional release, with love curate I heal myself, changing, touched by new sun reaching through winter’s chill, I am undone.
Inspired by: Extract, Screen, Latent and Stow.
For Carolyn Sue on her birthday.
Sitting on the floor as sun spills golden
through the green, green leaves, puppy emboldened brings her scrumptious bone and chews by my side then chases tail. Exuberance provides
the path to rejuvenation
grief and sorrow detonation
I am opened wide before this display
antics, mischief, a desire to play
The need for qualifications release
let experts drone, opine. I am at peace with wisdom carved from my own conscious breath greet certainties of life: sun, stars and death.
Inspired by: Scrumptious, Detonate, Rejuvenate, Before and a puppy who is helping me today on my deceased mother’s birthday.
Featured image: After I texted my pup’s former owners with an update, she cuddled with this pink blankie she’s had since she was tiny. Before that, she posed (below).
At dusk astounded as double suns swash
watercolors bright across sky awash with passions from the deep unruly day I swore to keep my feet on bare earth, pray
with all expansiveness of breath, release
these judgments with compassion and find peace. Gregorian chants lulled me to sweet dreams which open channels past the world of seem
stars transfer icy siren songs, plaintive
clear notes drilling through the black domain of moon. I’m out and walking, face to heaven celebration of my self-expression.
Inspired by: Gregorian, Transfer, Plaintive and Swash.