we don’t want your prayers
void of spirit, void of heart,
talking points read from a teleprompter
but when there are guns at the gate
you may hear us praying, “build us a wall…”
and the gaslight flickers to black
~kat~
Category Archives: Cherita
Cherita Day 16
harmonic dissonance
in the key of c
wind-tossed chimes
collide, moaning
a storm is coming
a storm is coming
~kat~
No Words…Except… (A Cherita)
silence
but for the cacophony
of thoughts and perfidious prayers
feigned outrage fading into the abyss of
yesterday’s news; blood soaked hands of
cowards scrawling, “must build a wall…”
~kat~
I titled this no words…but I am a poet, damn it, and words are the only thing I have to give to this troubled world. I rue the day when even the poets become silent. Peace my friends. Tell someone you love, that you do…love them.
Decisions Decisions ~A Cherita
a decision
should be an easy choice
between black or white, right or wrong
but black is grey and white is
crisp linen, honeymilk, winter orchard,
swiss coffee, and chantilly lace
~kat~
Congress in Session ~A Cherita
congress in session
a trio of cowbirds perch aloft, screaming
on skeletal limbs of a wintering elm
surveying the work of more diligent
nesters while scheming a plan
to evict them come spring
~kat~
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