November 27, 2016


Hindsight and insight - go further and say, blindside
Tears shed as if we’d known, we reap what we have sown
Where will it get you storing hate, senseless fighting to hell’s gate
Turn around and look ahead, don’t look back to view the dead
Your past will grieve you, and your present will seal you
Look forward at life’s lessons, the future will fuel you

November 23, 2016


Photograph by Julie Shattuck

Amongst the windy blue, clouds float through shadowed sky
If you're there to catch the breeze, I'll wave hello, goodbye

Hear the music of the song birds, the buzzing of the bees
The lilting laughter, the twitter, in the rustle of the leaves

I love the rainbows up above, the heather on the hill
I love the song, the dance, the flowers by the rill  

Thank you all of nature, thank you one and all
I will walk, I will wait, I will listen for your call

November 20, 2016

Equal time?

Equal time...? For what, more denying and lying?
Trump is the master, with crocodile crying

He runs his mouth like tires on the street
Thread bear tread with every tweet
Crushing people with his mouth
Who’s he kidding, except himself
You pick your candidates and blow hot air
Kicking and screaming, life’s unfair
You live in slime, you can't sell to a preacher
Time is up, you swamp rat creature

November 17, 2016

Torn Fabric

Hallowed hills and windswept dunes, gone are the days of sunlit moons

Gone away and into the night, traded for darkness, eager to fight

The windswept dunes and hills of green, dry and dusty never to be seen

Gone are the seekers longing for peace, gone are the smiles, now angry and creased

Where do I find you with a sigh not a shout, where is the trust to be gathered about

Where can I find you through cries and a groan, just torn fabric waiting to be sewn

November 15, 2016

A Sign of The Times

A sigh exhaled
A sign of the times

Mist carries away
Mist...a maze of disoriented figures…

Gone are the days...into blue mist
Where will it lead, where will it carry, the times

Documents signed, sealed, filed...ending...
Signs of times, signs of change…

November 11, 2016

The World is a Muddle

Escaping the world in a muddle, in a puddle
I fell in
I stepped over and fell in, I walked around and tripped
And fell in
I jumped, staggered and started up again
And fell in
The muddle, the puddle, is slippery and dark
The puddle is a mudde, and it’s cold and stark

November 8, 2016

Rhythm of Dreams

March to the band
Step to the beat
Sway to the rhythm

Unclutch the stranglehold of midnight dreams
strike every chord of disenchantment
relentless, restless, reckless couplets

forbid counting sheep
hammer words deep
remove them to sleep

November 3, 2016

Marshmallow Fun!

Marshmallows, white, soft and mushy, pillows of sweetness
Marshmallows melting with heat to a sugary syrup, all to a gooey goodness
Marshmallows, drizzled over rice krispies, crunchy and malleable
Marshmallows formed, round, firm and delectable
Marshmallow balls are what drives a sugary crazed Halloween fright
Marshmallow sticks to your fingers on a fun frenzy night!

Tremors From the Deep

Photograph by Kathleen Sara Shattuck

Saltwater rushing ashore in depths beyond imagination
Traction takes and gathers speed, removing temptation
Jagged rocks splashed with power from the deep
Hell raises an arm, grinding sand in mounds, in heeps

Make haste, ocean rises in angry need to devour all around
Floods and crumbling structures, houses falling to the ground

A roar, a tremor, a lurch pulls the pounding surf
rushing, rumbling, foaming without mirth
Wave upon wave takes and swallows what lurks in its path
Don’t hesitate, don’t look back, run away from the aftermath