24 October, 2016

4:35 am

Sleep the sleep
of the walking dead;
soundless feet creep around
the unmade restless place,

rumpled and warm.

In the dream
of the terrified human;
abnormal breath is rattled
answer by train's whistle,

blaring on demand.

Every day awake, accentuated by the sleeplessness of the night.

08 October, 2016

Same Tracks

Across the vast prairies,
on your way to somewhere,
varied as the engine
varied as the caboose.

Choosing to be you,
when others act like lemmings,
puts you on the same
track as me, only in different places.

As different as the cars
heading to their destinations,
we are pulled
by common links.

There will be no bigotry
whether behind
or in the front, we all
will work together.

Look me in my eyes and see.

Copyright Denise A White

05 October, 2016

Nature's Transformation

Your left over rays
ignited pin points of leafage.
Like a forest set ablaze,
you came roaring in crimson.

Joyous chroma
envelopes my senses.
Stand in silent
wonderment, lost in your arms-

As the night wind goes
so I stand on colorous feathered ground.
In the first light
you have arrived cold and uninvited.

Keleidoscopic hues
now lay down as a monochromatic gray.
Like a used sponge
I tumble to the ground as the trees have wept.

A stunted season now transformed.