Poem Art: Eclipsed


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Fire in the center

Eyes to the sky

Crimson licked takeover

of  bloodthirsty lunatics

as the moon ate the sun

And warriors danced on the graves

of those they obliterated

Yet

the earth became dark and quiet

while the people cheered

believing the sun

was really theirs

 

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Gloom


Is there light ahead? It’s been raining non-stop for days here with no end in sight. This doesn’t help if ones interior landscape already feels a bit gloomy. The wet, dreary weather only serves to solidify any creeping negativity. 

Even my furry friend feels unlike himself and ignores a game of ball. He’s too busy hiding from the thunder. 

Here’s wishing for sunshine and brighter days ahead. 

Poem: Howl


Soft moon 

you sit quietly 

hanging upon my up turned face

trying to tell me 

speaking many years 

from your mighty vantage 

winking or watching full eyed 

then not bothering with me

at all

Who can blame you 

with that tug 

making me crazy

and lifting my howl 

begging you to answer 

Today you stand stoic 

while I dance beneath 

roundly piercing 

you make my feet glow