Monthly Archives: May 2018

Saturday with the Muse

follow your bliss
for life is but a song
over too soon

peace never comes easily
we must fight for it with
everything we have…our
voice and the power of love

the night, though it grows
darker by the hour,
promises a universe
full of stars for
wishing and sweet
dreams to keep us
come morning


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Shame – 42 Day 26

what kind of monster

rips babies from their mothers,
asylum seekers; punishment for hope

liberty’s promise rots, dead,
behind walls, hate, it’s not safe
the monsters here are real


For Jane’s Dougherty’s Daily Poem Challenge. I read Jane’s poem today again after penning my own. It gives me hope. It is true that some parts of the world are becoming kinder. Not here. My poem reflects the polar opposite to Jane’s poem ‘Pride’. I am calling mine “Shame”.

I learned of a new border crossing practice instituted by our current leaders that is so heinous it makes me sick. (An article from the Houston Chronicle about this HERE.)

As a deterrent to asylum seekers, the border patrol is now separating children from parents. Then the children, some as young as 18 months are deemed “unaccompanied minors” and shuffled into a mismanaged foster system, making it difficult to reunite these families when the parents are released to be deported. These parents are not dangerous criminals smuggling over our border, mind you, but rather families who present themselves to border patrol authorities seeking asylum from horrendous conditions, and even the threat of death, in their own countries. For even thinking they might find safety here, they are rewarded with something even more horrible.

I am heartened by Jane’s happy “42” today. The sun is shining here too; birds are singing. I should be writing about that, but my heart is just not in it.

42 Day 25


just, crickets

vacuous silence
questions, unanswered
detachment droning


For Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem Challenge, “42”. Only after writing this, did I realize I mirrored the day’s theme…silence. There must be something in the air Jane. 😊

42 Day 24

gone, the hours

dawn to dusk,
nose to stone, grinding

twirling ‘round, tick tock,
busy hands, pockets full,
night falls, down like ashes, ashes


A nursery rhyme mash for today’s 42 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poetry Challenge.

Fragile Heartbeat – A Haiku

clearly not fragile
four score or more, unprompted,
a heartbeat lub-dubs


For Ronovan Writes Haiku Poetry Challenge, Prompt words: fragile & heartbeat.

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