Friday’s Commute

The passing glare of headlights

Is interrupted, through the side

Window flames lick the horizon

Like dragon’s breath has set alight

That perfect point where land meets sky

And it is beauty, breath-taking,

Enough to make you want to stop

And pay attention. A new day is dawning.

You should celebrate, do something

Significant, mark the moment,

But you have work to go to, so you drive

On, reluctant, take one last glance

In the rear-view mirror as the sky

Explodes in crimson colour, hues

Which seem to scream murder

As you round another corner

And flee the scene.

~The H Word~

Early Evening in the Suburbs…

As I sit here, tonight
watching the last of the day
sink slowly behind the hill
the blue, blue sky
becoming grey with age
the birds still sing
for their supper, I suppose
cheery chirps demanding
a second course
I feel peace, within
observing it all
listening, sensing,
the natural world.

~The H Word~

Reminiscing

I may not be the girl I was
when I look into the mirror.

I may not be the girl I was
when I wish I could be thinner.

I may not be the girl I was
when responsibilities were few.

I may not be the girl I was
I am so much more

in every way
I’ve grown
evolved
still do
each day

I will never be the girl I was
and I no longer wish to be.

~The H Word~

Captivating Celebration

Captured in sunlight
her lucent complexion
reflects natural beauty;
luminous scintillation.

Reveals without shame
everything and nothing.

Frame grabs attention
confidence pulls you in
kind eyes reassure
curiosity invited.

It feels almost intrusive,
a digital confrontation

but she meets it head on
her gaze never wavers
an enigmatic self-portrait
declares this is me.

Silent affirmation speaks
straight from the soul.

I see a woman, unveiling
how it looks to be loved
from within, most of all.
A celebration.

#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day20

Killing Time

What doesn’t kill you
makes you stronger.
A new superpower
government-gifted
to the sacrificed herd.
Or, better still
call them heroes, instead—
our essential front-line
left unprotected and blind
to get on with it all.
No-ones asking
for heroes
or super-fucking-powers.
Just a fighting chance,
enough ventilators
(and masks).
Society’s clutching
its last strand of sanity,
ripped out at the roots
in frustrated rage.
Reality? Should have
its license revoked,
along with the jokers
calling the shots.
I’ve seen horror movies
offer more hope.
Humanity reveals
its tainted underside
reckless protesters
assemble to give
ignorance a chance.
Vague regulations
social distance resistance
encourages the selfish
who couldn’t care less
about the widows they make
for freedom’s sake.
Pandemonium weakens
to washed-out dismay.
Astonishment fades
to shady complacency.
Take a bite of the news,
try and swallow the bile
acerbic indigestion
a bitter reward
for your time.
Truth’s an alien concept
to the trusted elected.
High-born sociopaths
(or game-show hosts)
play with thousands
of lives, the stakes
have never been higher.
It’s no witty affair
when empathy’s scarce.
So, take yourself for a walk
your once-a-day jaunt.
Mind, set a brisk pace
keep depression
at bay, for a while.
It’s killing time.
#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day19

Breathless

One breath,
all it takes for a dance.

A shimmy and a shake
you have them entranced.

To see you command
every movement they make

leaves me breathless
as each one obeys.

(Reworking of an older poem)

Nature’s Way

A tender touch
upon bare skin,
with each caress,
remembering

days of youth
carefree laughter
innocent hopes
of happy ever after.

A breezy embrace
awakens senses
in a senseless world
of perpetual madness.

Oh, gentle zephyr
or tempestuous gale
you test and teach us
nature’s way.

#NaPoWriMo2020 Day18
(A reworking of an older poem)

Shattered

Silence shatters; violent eruption of rage.
Fury surges forward taking no prisoners.

Agitated bluster, like a fist raised in anger.
All bark and no bite? Who can decide

when foundations are shaking, imagined or not,
tremors travel inward, fear fragile as glass —

transparent enough to reflect the nightmare,
no less frightening because it’s familiar.

Doesn’t mean it belongs here.

#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day13

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