dare to hope

dare to hope

we shouldn’t be at all surprised
when vile wolves disguised as sheep
prowl the darkness while we sleep
crooning dissonant lullabies
that fill our foolish ears with lies
we shouldn’t be surprised at all
when silly sheep refuse to call
these wolves the monsters that they are,
to send them packing…au revoir!
it won’t be long until they fall

dread of the future
is fading away in waves
dare to hope again


For Ronovan Writes, a combined response to the Décima Poetry Challenge, Prompt Word: SLEEP – B-Line Rhyme and the Haiku Poetry Challenge, Prompt Words: EBB (fading away) & FLOW (waves).

the abyss

sometimes the abyss
is a pool of black water,
deep, its skin like glass
capturing reflections of
innocence slipping away


A Tanka for Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, this week’s ekphrastic photo prompt courtesy of Diana Peach.

Sunday’s ReVerse – 15 November 2020

Well...I waited a few weeks to have enough poems to do a proper ReVerse. I am not surprised at the twists and turns of each line and the ultimate hopeful tone.

The truth is, things are pretty chaotic right now with the pandemic raging out of control and our current President acting badly, lying, stirring his sycophants into rage and denial of reality. But oh...reality! It holds a spark of hope.

In the not too distant future we have a chance to get things right. We have a chance to move past the nightmare of the last few years and dare I say it...to dream again. Maybe even realize a few of those dreams...justice, equality, opportunity for all, restoration for our planet, mended relationships with our allies, accountability for those with hostile intentions, foreign and domestic. Not to mention the cracks in the glass ceiling more pronounced than ever...a woman vice-president for American girls, and especially girls of color to aspire to. The future holds a lot of promise and could be a reality if we nurture it and tend it. If we believe.

The last poem I wrote before today was inspired by a Celtic tradition, “telling the bees”, practiced by bee-keepers over the ages. It is customary to keep the bees in the loop especially in the wake of important news...births, deaths, marriage, and in this case, in my case the results of our recent election and the coming inauguration of our new “bee-keeper”. This is very important news indeed for the bees to know. Bees are a sensitive lot, messengers between us the the spiritual realm. The slightest thing can upset them, causing them to flee the hive, stop producing honey or worse, perish. Telling the bees keeps things in balance and sets the stage for good fortune.

I was sitting outside reading and rereading this poem aloud tweaking it here and there. To my surprise a honey bee showed up and landed on my hand. And stupid me...reflexively I shooed it away until I came to my senses and realized what I had just done. I called out to that little bee, and apologized for my rudeness and would you believe, it came back alighted on my hand once more. For a few seconds we shared a moment, the bee and me. It was magical. And believe me...it is true. Cross my heart, I’m not making this up.

Now I don’t know if you believe in this sort of thing, but I’m going to take that moment as a sign that my little friend heard me. That good fortune is on its way. And because of that I am feeling more hopeful than I have in quite a long while.

Here’s to a new week. To new beginnings. To life and health. To truth and compassion. To healing and justice. Namasté.

Sunday’s ReVerse - 15 November 2020

their slow sad voices repeating
it’s the trees
clouds drench the hollow
we have a voice in what’s at stake
the cold air is thin
but it will all be over soon
we can cling to the promise of spring
the dawn is coming
we trust our higher angels
to mend our brokenness, to reach
to fill our honey jars of clay


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week (or in this case a review from several weeks’ poems).

time to tell the bees

Background art by “no longer here” at pixabay.com.
time to tell the bees

who among us will tell the bees
the honey-hoarder will not leave
holed up deep within his hive
a brooding lump, by all despised,
but for the few who fill his head
with lies of victory instead
they cannot hide the sting of truth
surely they know, they’ve seen the proof
alas, a new bee-keeper waits
his calm voice speaks of love not hate
in empathy he rends his heart
he understands us, every part
and promises to heal our soul
to care for us, his only goal…
who will tell the bees it’s done
disgrace has lost, decency’s won
so they won’t leave us, so they’ll stay
to fill our honey jars of clay
to fill our lives with sweetness too
with all that’s good and right and true


only one

only one

in the end there is only one
left standing in the widening breach
to mend our brokenness, to reach
out, lead, to show us how it’s done
by example, in compassion
only one, though some may cast doubt
one will be raised up, one cast out
just like the seasons come and go
every four years change comes, you know
democracy, where each vote counts

when chaos lingers
we trust our higher angels
to restore balance


For Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge – Prompt word: One/A-Line Rhyme combined with this week’s Haiku Poetry Challenge – Prompt Words: First (higher)/Heal (restore).

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