Every second
Four babies are born
And two people die
Worldwide rates
Every second
We are given twice the opportunity
To teach love and equality
Instead of worldwide hate
Every second
Granted twice the chance
Change the course of history
Stave off worldwide fate
This is when we search for
color to transform cold grey.
Rainfall begins its magic
brightening our sky blue.
We scan stacks of luminous clouds
as trees pop out green buds and
forsythia bursts sparkling yellow stalks.
Just today a breath of warmth
brought alive pink crepe myrtle branches.
Aromatic lilac bushes gather in
soft bunches while birds and bugs
encircle them. We are listening now
to the first chorus of spring time.
For once
be honest
with yourself
with everyone
what needs to be
fixed
is also broken
in you
too much sexism
hatred
homophobia
racism
general darkness
lives right
under our society’s
surface.
Watching as the gems sparkle in the sunlight, we sit there patiently waiting. We are seeing everything so clearly now as if for the first time. Those flashing lights so far away, we wonder why they won’t stay. For not all stars are meant to shine as bright, some follow you home at night. Yet as we follow we stop to think, glory be why can’t you see. So bright eyes stay, stay with me tonight.
I remember when we
First met.
How you looked in
That dazzling dress,
How you smiled and
Lit up the room.
I was shy, but I
Gathered all my
Courage and went to
Talk with you.
Minutes became hours,
I felt I knew you
More deeply than
Any other person.
All those years ago…
Glad we’re
Still together.
only the essentials
on moving day
a kiss on my cheek
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Rollerskates
in the hall closet,
that once traversed
the tarmac with
such grace,
resigned to be
a haven evermore
for spiders,
as you trade
them for a sleeker shoe
a better fit
for the newer
‘grown-up’ you.
Two verbs sparred
in the dust until noon,
Returning with knuckles
broken and teeth dented,
They waited for healing
from other words,
But there was only taunting
from the nouns and adverbs,
Only description of the fight
from the adjectives.
You loved me for a little while
When I was the spring
Clean and fresh and new
To you
Beautiful days and wet rain
You always said Paris was most beautiful
After a storm
You loved me until I stopped acting for you
Until the paint on my face washed away
So the only thing left to see
Were my bare bones and bruises
The scars burnt onto my cheeks
That I had so carefully
Concealed
The winter came too quickly
And after the first fall
I grew dirty and grey
Cold to the point of
Discomfort
You discovered
That you couldn’t be near me
Without a sweater on
I became more of a person to you
Consequently, less of a lover
You wanted a daydream
Not a woman
Not a girl who blew dirt out of her nose
And had teeth marks on her feet
I was not a white bed sheet
That grew brighter with the suns aid
I was skin
That grew darker with her kiss
Time did not make us beautiful
We did not bear more fruit each summer
Did not blossom brighter each year
Time destroyed our bones
Ate away our organs
Enlisted calluses onto our heels
We were a cup of tea
Grown bitter
Steeped too long
But we drank it anyway
Because it was the only warm thing we had
