Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
Loss,
Of anticipated moments,
Of a hope for something new,
Grief and confusion
Fill this void
What to do,
Without the one
Who was not, was,
and then suddenly lost
Be human,
Be sentient,
Breathe,
This is your moment to mourn,
To find life again
After it’s loss,
Pick up the pieces of
A scattered you,
Learn again how
To laugh,
To live
For love,
For the one
You lost
She thinks in verse,
In a spectrum of iridescent hues,
Her wonderings and worryings,
Are as a mystic,
Learning her craft,
This is a long road
One she is both
Always and never
Alone,
The great awakenings she found
Were the shock
To the system,
The test,
The cure,
To sustain life,
To blossom the hidden bud,
Within her core,
She is learning everything
With new eyes,
A new mind,
A new love,
Appreciation,
Of life,
Of light
Open up your heart,
There is so much pain
Outside its walls,
Open up your heart,
And know it’s better for love when shared,
Open up ,
Up is where you will find
The freedom,
Open up,
And know you’ll be letting in
The love,
The light;
This goes both ways
These were never
Your children to worry of,
Never your siblings to protect,
You have seen lives
As a petulant child,
Narcissism blinds your mind,
These were always just toy soldiers,
Cheap plastic to be used,
Abused
Put in harm’s way,
To show off to other children
“Mine is bigger, is better than yours”,
You were always the playground bully,
Burying toy soldiers in the sand,
In the dirt,
But you are just a child,
And they are toys,
No one was really,
actually,
yet
hurt
I think I remind you,
Like for me you do,
That written words
are therapy,
Are the answers to
Almost everything
*Ode to Ruth Bader Ginsburg
Mountains rest on petite shoulders
Made sinewy by the weight,
Made agile by the struggle
of holding truth and judgement
To the test,
Strength in wielding gavel,
Dissent is not a dirty word,
for the aged that has heard and seen
And ruled on far more challenges,
Keeping Lady liberty in shape
A collar replaces a hero’s cape
Ward malignancies at Bay,
Teeth might gnash
And bones might break
But a tall shadow
Does a small but fierce figure make
She of Letters 