Once a mountain there was
And a woman most worthy
As any woman is
Taking aim, then falling away
With purposeful looking
Set sight on a different mountain
On being a different woman
And she is allowed
As any woman is
Tag Archives: Change
Sunflower Revolution
Who does the wind think it is?
Provoking
Dog barkings
Promoting
Heart havings
When will change not want its way?
Down playing
Naysaying
Up lifting
Day claiming
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The Truth Is
Yesterday felt like that strange, suburban taupe that fleeing people paint their houses.
As if to differentiate they made it out from the color, as if that is the goal.
The brass-ring door knocker the badge displayed, front and luke-warm center.
So as to say only some are welcome to come a-knocking.
Dare to spend the sweat to tear down the white-washed fences, to bring in the yellow.
To draw the eye from the curb to the threshold, to inside where the warmth is golden-brown.
When should we gather, finally gather, at a light-lit table and see the truth is black and white?
Today feels like that.
Saturday Change
Today,
Be they multicolored
Or left white,
I want to see them
Not silent.
I want to hear their frayed edges
Delicate
Tho’ woven-well together
And moving on the winds.
Rev’
Rebel
It’s 50 or so
But there you go
Bare-knuckled
Change-bound
Into it all
Southern sun
Pathos
Mock the freeze
Write of it
Photograph it often
For when its sharp refreshment fades away
Your comfort from the warm, high ground
Your concern kept at bay
Will taste of only salt
And tears
And grey
July 14, 2016: A Haiku
It is my story
I’ll go back and I’ll rewrite
As lie what was true
Wordless
Roll into this town
Change Makers
Heart Chasers
Rumbling low
Prowling, growling for more than what’s on the table
Do it with that look
Wordless
or Bust
Something different with the heart
Cut and without borders
Snowflake-like to allow a freedom to breathe
Okayness to flow as it wills
Crackers, bananas
See sweet sugar chocolate replaced
The good-will of green with sunset orange
Red -May we see red not again
