Sometimes We Must

Sometimes we must destroy to build

Let go of the common to find the rare

Old structures upturned and new soil tilled

Though we may not believe we are skilled

We haven't the strength and do not dare

Sometimes we must destroy to build

So difficult to be strong willed

But inertia is too much to bear

Old structures upturned and new soil tilled

Though we breathe, the heart is stilled

We can not grow in stagnant air

Sometimes we must destroy to build

Create a place to feel fulfilled

Where one finds joy beyond compare

Old structures upturned and new soil tilled

Too many spirits silenced and killed

Find that thing for which you care

Sometimes we must destroy to build

Old structures upturned and new soil tilled.

submitted for Poetic Bloomings, In Form Poet, Villanelle 

and  Poets United, Vice Versa #4

A Musing

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Calliope, bestowing words as your gift

We are blessed to be touched by such a muse

With voice of beauty and wisdom, you inspire and uplift

You visit dreams of poets with thoughts adrift

Daughter of Memory and of Father Zeus

Calliope, bestowing words as your gift

Created to lift sorrow and heal the rift

Conflict is quelled with words meant to defuse

With voice of beauty and wisdom, you inspire and uplift

One of nine dancing your praise in a shift

Crown on your head in golden hues

Calliope, bestowing words as your gift

But to your own art our thoughts now drift

Stylus in hand, what are your clues?

With voice of beauty and wisdom, you inspire and uplift

Blank is the tablet you always lift

Your words, offerings for we mortals to use

Calliope, bestowing words as your gift

With voice of beauty and wisdom, you inspire and uplift.

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submitted for Poetry Jam, Aphrodite's Jam
and for dVerse Poets Pub, Poetics, Say It Again, Sam

The Saints

We are from water and to water we return

True believers baptized in the muddy surge

The water gives, the water takes, our children learn

We build our homes, we catch our food, respect we earn

The waters come, our land, our lives,our hopes submerge

We are from water and to water we return

Tears are cried, rain pours from skies, the waters churn

Both saint and sinner taken in unholy purge

The water gives, the water takes, our children learn

Displaced, divided, in our dreams of home we yearn

Diaspora upon us from this watery scourge

We are from water and to water we return

Persephone dragged back to Hell, another spurn

But as spring follows, just as surely we'll emerge

The water gives, the water takes, our children learn

Our eyes reflecting flames, we watch our water burn

God or man, upon our land the fates converge

We are from water and to water we return

The water gives, the water takes, our children learn.

submitted for Poetry Potluck,  Thunderstorms, Floods, and Power of Water

Status Migraine

She swallowed the pills and said goodnight

It hurt too much to even cry

She closed her eyes against the light

She counted her breaths, her chest so tight

The bed, her nest, on which she'd lie

She swallowed the pills and said goodnight

Tired of fighting the noble fight

Confronting her nemesis eye to eye

She closed her eyes against the light

Blurred edges between wrong and right

It made no difference, so why try?

She swallowed the pills and said goodnight

She prayed in vain, in pain, in spite

Her body was weak, her spirit dry

She closed her eyes against the light

Her mind a blank, a board wiped white

Again another small death she'd die

She swallowed the pills and said goodnight

She closed her eyes against the light.

(submitted for Thursday Poets Rally Week 37)

Thank you Jingle for the Perfect Poet Award for Week 37!

for Week 38 I nominate    
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