Hello Poetry Lovers!

I’ve been away from my blog for two years, which has been too long.  I have been posting on twitter and instagram but not as frequently as I once did.  I’m hoping to improve that.  Starting here on my blog, and carrying into other formats (Facebook, twitter, instagram). I look forward to engaging with you all once again!  Keep writing 🙂

Whispers under sheets haunt me another night

Loneliness doesn’t take the voices away

But carries them in front of eyes

Because hearing just isn’t enough

Witnessing personal insanity is only the beginning

Finding the steps to climb back up

Can only be pointed out

Without someone showing the way

Falling down into graves becomes evident

So have some wine

And wait for the crash

Glass always falls to the ground

Finding the balloons to float up

Are always hiding in empty hands

It’s night

and the wolves are out

they dream of the hunt

they dream of the night

The warm autumn air

calling at their prey

safe in the meadow

safe in the trees

A whisper in the night

pulls the wolves deeper to the hunt

stalking through the meadow

stalking through the trees

Deeper into the woods they go

unwilling to halt

following a hidden light

buried in the night

A stir within

calls her out to the night

she does not sleep

she does not dream

Embracing the warm autumn air

she walks alone, unscathed

through the meadow

through the trees

A luring song

pushes deep into the wind

a mere whisper across her lips

a mere whisper through the woods

She halts in the quiet

drawing all who stalk near

she comes to dance deep in the night

hunting wolves in autumn moonlight

He’s here

There is a sigh

Hope before the panic

A real moment

Stolen

In the silence of years

And he’s here

Am I

Is the will willing to match the hope

Or is it all

Stolen