Category: Twitter Poems

The black clock ticks in time with our shallow hearts
In these times of disregard we wear garments dark
The millstone around our necks sets us apart.

It was an horrendous crime, grotesque and vile
Hammered out in those chambers while we slept awhile
The darkness returns with a murderous smile.

I write words deep and dark, stained with blood and tears
You put your fingers in your useless eyes and ears
I thought I was talking to someone who cares.

I sing you a song about all things sweet
Like love and sunshine and friends dancing in the street
And you wave and cheer and you feel so complete.

These sleepless nights
and the constant rain,
the waves pushing against the shore,
the work that is still to be done;
this is pouring time into a bag with holes,
nothing ever stops.

The touch of sun
on my skin,
the rain
soaking my hair,
my eyes
made tears by the wind;
blue lips,
white snow,
hallowed place,
this to be alive –
gratitude my breath.

How long will the killing last,
the child asked,
how long will it be until I see
the stars and feel the fire
in my beating heart?
Forever and never,
they answered it.

A thread of cloth,
woven in the throw
of the rolling dice,
cuts a thin red line
across the lie
of our idolatry.

oh my darling
my warrior
my fighter
my fierce lady
my brave heart
my dark eyes
you sing a distant song

oh my darling
my dearest friend
my laughter
my weeping
my joy
my despair,
bearer of the morning light.