hope
delivers expectations
to distraught hearts
allays fears in minds
comfort
Author: Susi Bocks
Life is the daily privilege of new discoveries about who I am. I evolve into more roles as my life continues towards its inevitable end. Many admirable hats have been worn throughout my existence, and some have come to an end. I've been a daughter, a sister, a friend, a wife, a mother, an aunt, a sister-in-law, a daughter-in-law, a paid worker in the capitalistic system in our world, a business person, and a volunteer for many worthy causes over the years. The current role of writer and author is hopefully not the last step in my journey that began as a blank slate. I'm currently residing in the middle of the United States, literally.
The Stupid
it’s taken years
decades even
to silence the frustration within me
fomented by the uneducated, misinformed and willfully ignorant
the things they say are detrimental
to our well-being and existence on this planet
cohabitation with those who wish us harm
is not the kind of world i want to live in
they wouldn’t know an informed decision
even if it came up and introduced itself
no progressive action stands a chance in the hands of the stupid
as they continue to breed disinformation
while i fear for our future
i’m learning to let go of unproductive anger
and turning off the desire to engage
or even trying to educate a non-existent intellect
they are beyond help
they are the die-hard ignorant amongst us
i will leave it to the professionals
to change their minds and hearts
Reblog – Stranger within by Reena Saxena
What a powerful piece highlighting the empowerment of women who reach maturity. Enjoy!
A stranger within me
emerges unannounced
threatens to engulf
my whole being
scatter me like ashes
all over the landscape
where was this spark hidden
for a lifetime?
unbeknownst to me
keeping me bound
In cages I did not choose
underestimating
a power
which can change the world…
Now that the mirror
speaks the truth
I will not break it
but block external influence
from clouding vision
once again…
Simple Complexity
Redux
I’m new, fresh and a blank slate in every experience I live.
You come along and make me feel.
Youbeing every lifeconnecting to my world.
Cross my path, and I become ripe for an adventure.
It’s random or intentional.
It’s welcome. Truly appreciated.
Change comes out of discussion, influence, suggestion, disappointment, care, and investment.
Life gets richer from experiences changing us. We’re molded out of intensity or subtleness in every episode.
Youcontribute to the ever-updating version of me.
The variance in my thoughts ready to encounter the subsequent experience.
Life seems elaborate and intricate while I focus on how to become coherent.
My complexity deepens while the definitions of myself are simplifying.
How could I be otherwise?
Modifications
Reality
Adjustment
Bogus
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #66 & VJ’s Weekly Challenge – Threes
#Whatdoyousee
Reblog – Let me by Lexa Lubanga
This piece filled with love, nurture, support, and empathy certainly is something to aspire to be for others. Would that we all possessed that. Our world would be a better place for it.
Let me,
Be the fire within.
Let merry,
Be the way to be.
Let me,
Be the one,
To colour all that is left unwanted inside of you.
Let me,
be the last shinning star you ever want to gaze at,
and draw wishes closer to your lips from your heart,
Let me,
be your light.
Let me.
Pondering
calmly hanging on
solidly rooted on perch
the streaming winds call
give up this wonderful view
or remain, that’s the question
Superhero
The woman was ruthless, positively vicious. She was determined to serve justice to the asswipes who dared tarnish her community. The onlookers’ cheers seeing she wouldn’t settle for just a slap on the wrist, empowered her more, the sway of her stride confident. Perhaps for her fireplace shelf, she’d take his gold chain as a trophy? Oh, the stories all the neighbors would tell to their children with admiration! The neighborhood would call her a hero, her accomplishments spread across every social media platform on the web.
Who was the next example she would send to his grave this month?
It’s Way Beyond Time
My happy place awaits my presence.
Reblog – At the Empty Homestead by Byung A. Fallgren
I fell in love with the imagery of this piece. Enjoy!!
Hoarse call of the loon
Echoes through the veil of moon
Stir the gray images of the tents
Of the gatherers in slumber.
Some chat of the memories,
Of the aunt’s departure,
Of the uncle gone too soon,
Of the dwelling in the flame on
The insane summer night…
Too much for the cattails in the moat
To bear alone, but tonight, everyone
Chases the ghosts in their sleep.
The loon’s call has long ceased.
Couple of stars romance in the tree.
At the moat he mutters monologue,
Comes back to his tent and sobs.
Night deepens with somber remembrance.
Comes golden morning. Hustlers gather,
Followed by convivial chatter.
Laughter echoes in the
Remote homestead–bridge of
kindred spirit sneaks in ones’ heart,
the loon calls in the fog.
©Byung A. Fallgren
