War

I do not understand war

killing, maiming, loved lost

be they killers or victims

I do not get weapons used

by armies whatever the 

grievances must it be blood

Can’t there be counsels to

etch out plans for how we

can all live together in peace

This warring world makes

me cry and horrifies me

WHY do we kill one another

The killings seem to be mounting

in the name of religion and I can’t

see anything religious about it

We began together yet separated

into three tribes all not that different

so why are we killing each other

Why can’t we make peace and raise

up from horror and bloodshed 

raise our children free from war

Raise our children not to war

when will we respect differences

which are not so different

My heart breaks this bloody world

so many lives displaced so many

lives unnecessarily lost

War

I do not understand war

killing, maiming, loved lost

be they killers or victims

I do not get weapons used

by armies whatever the 

grievances must it be blood

Can’t there be counsels to

etch out plans for how we

can all live together in peace

This warring world makes

me cry and horrifies me

WHY do we kill one another

The killings seem to be mounting

in the name of religion and I can’t

see anything religious about it

We began together yet separated

into three tribes all not that different

so why are we killing each other

Why can’t we make peace and raise

up from horror and bloodshed 

raise our children free from war

Raise our children not to war

when will we respect differences

which are not so different

My heart breaks this bloody world

so many lives displaced so many

lives unnecessarily lost

Do I have a Poem in Me?

Is what I write poetry?

I think I might fail before

those who are brilliant.

I need to be a better student

verses writing off the cuff

then not editing.

It just comes to me

but can definitely be improved

my poet friends all revise.

I just send it out there bold

and perhaps too much ego

revision is tantamount.

In This While

I prefer to sit outside
listen to night sounds
that thrill me

Life precious sings
in my Cypress Swamp
where birds call me

I love this while

He Says

You are so fucking angry

I am angry, I confess and

I feel so guilty for my anger

for he is not at fault

He can’t help needing me

to do everything for him, no

sharing as in the past when

he would cook

Now he can’t make a sandwich

he can’t dress himself

and now he went to bed angry

that I wasn’t joining him

I am grateful the noise of the TV

is off and he is no longer calling

to me, or so I hope for just a bit

as I try to sink into relaxation

Everyday drains me down to

barest ability to keep on doing

so much that he demands, I

there is no I, it is all about him

Broken

I’m broken

my husband

taken down by

Alzheimer’s

It is so hard

killer for me too

as his spouse

his caregiver

Demand huge

each minute of

everyday as  I

try and try

I lose it sometimes

he is highly demanding

it feels like insanity

dementia

The definition that fits

is impossible reasoning

as he calls and calls to me

all day long

I answer and answer

all day long to assuage him

I am exhausted as he calls

again and again to me