It's Quiet Now

He's gone to bed
steered to rest  I
promised to join
just a bit of time
to write a poem
or two or three
if they are in me

Gun Shots

Gun Shots

Through my brain

leave me dazed

each hit aimed to

maim my peace

Over and over

shots again and

again through me

I have holes 

My life force spills

over a damn place

tears bottled inside

my heart bursting

I Feel So Free

Late in the night

I am writing poetry

no one tries to

hustle me to bed

There is no pressure

the night alive and I

don’t have to go to 

Bed, where we snuggle

down into strange dreams

wake tired as when we

went to bed, while the ice

drops and makes me think

He’s still after me

I

I had
a poem
in my head
it was erased

I float now searching
but I can't find it and
I rue such moments

The wind is pulling
at the hurricane shutters
I feel an eerie presence

Eerie feels comforting
in a self-destructive way

This Blank Page

Hoe to get through
each day a hazard

Where have we come
in sixty years

Beauty and Beast

I am lovely and kind

though I don’t always

have the best thoughts

Dragon love scares me

Alpha invader attacks me

takes over my life

Everyday is a challenge

to find freedom from

numerous onslaughts

It is time to give it up

how much can one do

to stave off the misery

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