27 July, 2016

Tired

Seated close
Sniff back tears
Shake out the memories

Tired of not coming in first.

Try to ask
Tears were all
Thoughts turn to stone

Please, please stay, too tired to try

Put a hand
Place it gently
Poised for rejection

Limp and tired from the night.

Copyright Denise A White

19 July, 2016

Mourning

Tears welded
not knowing where to run.
Held back
until they broke forth
in rivulets
silently stealing away.

Tide swelled
with each crashing wave.
The rhythm
so alluring to the heart-
beating hard
as the water washed away at the sores.

Water ran
back to the sea, back to
the beginning.
Time washed away the tears
as the pull
of the moon changed the course of life.

There was no where to run to to hide.


16 July, 2016

Travelers Morning
Low is the tide in the bay
Come, rest for awhile

Copyright Denise A White

09 July, 2016

Five Stanzas For Five Shots



A busted tail light
A car made on the radio
Many traffic citations
Identified again

A question asked
Produce a license, a registration
Previously placed in a pocket
with a gun in the way.

The permit had been issued
Carrying legally it said
A graceful hand on the pocket
One loud moment rang out

Reality struck again and again.
Red quickly colored a shirt.
A fearful baby cried,
as a pretty woman did pray.

Justifiable homicide reigns no more, a good man is dead.

Copyright Denise A White