What We pick

We’ve had hundreds, Even thousands, Of years and We still haven’t figured it out? Our stories on love. Our lessons. Our deep regrets. Are they Lies? Choices are made each moment. Could it be We really just don’t care? We don’t know how To take care of each other? Or Do we choose not to? […]

Question

How can something so beautiful become so distorted and ugly?

Not Quite Shards

Cracked pane, lightning splintering jagged edge to edge Not quite shards, Plates hold Balanced New space created One to many Delicate footing Held fast With hope and Sheer will Not quite shards, Rumbling trucks pass by Rattle the smallest piece Loose A glinting shower Of dreams All shards now And an empty Pane

Willow

It seems our agreement shifted. And if I wanted to I would. If I believed anything other than the past would repeat itself, I’d behave differently. If I had it in me, I’d be right back on board. But, I don’t have it in me. I don’t believe anything other than the past will repeat […]

An Abundance of Love

Each piece you hand out may never return. Giving it all away so freely, you must know dangers await. Without a string attached, it won’t know to return. How will you have more than what you’ve got, if you’re slapping it in the hand of every stranger that walks by? Surely, you could take more […]

Poem 3

For your unfettered consideration and undoubtedly refined thought, tell me how you interpret all of these changes that have come unexpected, unannounced, and unwanted into the lives of everyone who manages to pay attention and notice what wrongs have been done, ignored, and tragically encouraged with the enthusiasm of a two year-old child and the […]

Will

It is the will of the Deceivers to keep you distracted. It is the will of the Distracted to see everything.

Nothing’s Growing

Why do they do that? Cut everything down? They want to be in charge. Kill it all so they can decide what is allowed to grow. But nothing’s growing. No. Nothing is.

You Never Learn

It won’t be the monsters you can see. It will be indiscernible, desiccating. So subtle, you notice too late; stuck in the pot that slowly boiled. With you too spent to escape. It will be like you and me. Full of life and love and possibility. Full of promise and buried expectation. So much light, […]

– Poem 5 – Someone Else’s Secret

Something that’s available to everyone must not be very good. I could kill us all and never have to say goodbye. Ignore me. It’s just the wine talking. Don’t worry. Grow Be free Mighty 5 … in fifty minutes Workshop Margaret Pettis Poem 5: Goal to build on someone else’s secret