Hollowed out Horror. Vcl©️
How did we get here
to this world of
hollowed out horror
this growing red circle
of pain, thickening
As it seeps into all the crevices
of our souls
i remember the words
just a faint whisper on a page
will there be any faith left?
perhaps
but the crows will
peck at it
murder the edges
Mock the mourners cries
Dance as the stench of death
Fills our nostrilS
Muttering as we clasp our ears
against the toning
of the bells and their fluttering wings.
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Wordless Wednesday ©️vcl
The Whisper. Vcl©️
In my brother’s garden
Lilies whisper
Rising from the soil
They do not toil
Their visit short
But sweet.
(Like this poem from your sister)
Photo Les Chisholm. Edit: Val Letkeman
Wordless Wednesday vcl ©️
National Poetry Month~Everyone and Everything vcl©️
There are moments
When everyone is not enough
And everything breaks our hearts
Those moments crash into us
No warning, we stumble Into the abyss
Perhaps we weren’t watching, just singing silly songs.
Grief pours from us
We stumble around blindly, carefully
Not touching anything
For although everyone reaches out
They cannot replace the one
That we know was everything.
National Poetry Month ~Solitude vcl©
What really keeps me up at night
Is the hum of muses
As fragments of old words and songs
Seep into my soul
Tickle my senses, diffuses.
The heat of the day
Still warming my bones
Gone, as the moon rises
Accepting the worship
Due the fading Friday sun, alone.
I can still hear it.
The gleeful laugh of my children
Through the sheen of my tears
Fluttering away in the twilight, gone
Fading into the great unknown, again.
Photo of my Mom, Grandma Bunchek my four children and their cousins…happy summer vacations in Minnesota.
National Poetry Month ©️vcl. Chaos
Chaos sits
Teetering
On the edge
Of every
New day.
Chaos refuses
To ask
Permission
To join
The conversation
Just preys.
Chaos offers
Nothing
Unravelling
Life in
Unexpected
Ways.
Chaos never
Leaves
Of its
Own accord
We chase
Butterflies away.
Art: Containing Chaos. (Michael Lang)
National Poetry Month ©️vcl Eternity
Measured against eternity
How quickly does time fly?
And where is the end of It?
In the blink of an eye
My measurement has changed
The tape is skewed, my eyes blind
I am lost in the spring sunshine
Waiting for things that are no longer there
As I search for clarity in the light
I speak to the trees, the birds, the river
i speak to myself, and to those I love
Eternity feels like a long, long time.
(This pic was taken in Las Vegas. The exhibit is Yayoi Kusama’s Infinity Mirrored Room) it was a soulful experience.
National poetry month ©️vcl #2. Love
(An ode to my sister Joyce. Gone but not forgotten. April was her birthday month)
Remember daisy chains?
We wove them nimbly
In fragile wreaths
Hung about our necks
Wilted in the summer sun
Dancing with us in the meadows
To be cast to ocean breezes
Tuned in to each other’s breath
Pledging to never forget us
As they floated forever away.
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