Please

More than 10 people died this year. I wish you’d pay attention to that instead of someone that was in a movie that you liked when you were little. Countless moms, dads, brothers, sisters, friends were lost to us. People who loved. People who mattered. People who changed the world. People that deserved more. Deserved better. The constant bitching at 2016 as an entity makes me crazy. Yes, shit happened this year. But we did it! We put Trump in office. We destroyed the earth.

Allowing yourself to be distracted by garbage perpetuates everything your raging against.

Quit bitching and do something.

Dream Writing

I had a dream I wrote a poem. Inspired and fluid.
Excited, I stopped to read it.
To relive what I’d done.
Realizing as I searched that it was gone.
Never here really.
Just penned in my sleep.

Vertigo. I remember.
Earnest. True words.
And connection. A shared meaning understood.
Bright blue electricity snaking.
Images flashing white. Ignition.

You knew what I meant. What I wanted to say.
A shroud lifted. Light piercing through a dark room.
Questions forgotten. Explanations excused.
Insight. An unmistakable link.
Ease spread. It rippled across your face.

Just a dream though.
Tumbling in the dark.
Words about something that moved me …
Something I had to make clear.
To create. To do justice.
To completely share.

Loss and disappointment at what was only a dream.
Just a lingering desire remains.
I want to dig it out of there.
That poem.
Deep inside my brain.