“Space”
Well-groomed fields behind
that strip mall, barren, yet they
claim we have no space.
Steve D
Well-groomed fields behind
that strip mall, barren, yet they
claim we have no space.
Steve D
Admittance of Having Done Nothing Wrong
I’m concerned if secrecy is breached,
If silence is broken,
Then history will simply repeat
Leading to my heart’s defeat
Under your feet.
Trampled again in a well rehearsed dance. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Confessions”
Through the trees stalking,
guided by silver light, the
hunter thanks the moon.
Last night was the Hunter’s Moon, the second full moon of autumn, big and silvery-white in a chilly midnight sky.
Steve D
So I submitted this poem at Poet’s Corner. =) feel free to check it out in it’s entirety at the link below:
There’s somethin’ comfortin’ about being face down on the ground, Ground down by life’s natural violence, Violence treated as commonplace; a happenstance of race. Race you to the bottom – complacent in compliance….
Jessie Gutierrez
Orange clouds in the turquoise sky,
The highway steers west
towards home.
M. Erb
Steve D
DMC
I never felt safer than seated
– across –
From you arguing.
I never told you Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Saying Goodbye”
Done
I am done being a lamb to your slaughter.
Tired of once more being willingly offered,
Weakness embodied, devotion
I thought I was owing… Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Closure”
The secret to a
memorable honeymoon
is being present.
Steve D
Fallen like acid rain,
Burning instead of cleansing.
All I want is my sins absolved away:
Tell me it’s okay to feel this way. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #41: Fallen”