Invisible

Daisies

Dark Daisies – photo by Wild Thing

She sipped coffee
All rushed around
As they left
She said goodbye
No one responded

Breakfast cleaned up
She showered
Brushed her teeth
And hair
Applied makeup

She posted to
Social media
Her plans
“City Photos, Later!”
No one answered

Sitting on a bench
At a busy corner
She snapped away

A man sat down
“Morning.” She said
He took his phone out
Stared intently at it
Deaf to all

In the afternoon
Dusty country road
Wildflowers, animals
Silent but
Familiar friends

Dinner for one
By television glow
Comments to Rachel
Laughs at herself
Rachel won’t answer

Snuggled into bed
Light overhead
Mind drifts
Dreams of a life
Where people answer

Wild Thing ©March 9, 2019

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Bloody Sunday

Bloody Sunday

Spider Martin’s most well-known photograph, Two Minute Warning, shows marchers facing a line of state troopers in Selma moments before police beat the protestors on March 7, 1965. The day became known as Bloody Sunday.

It was just 54 miles
Honoring Jimmie Lee
Died protecting
His Mama

Led by John Lewis
And 3 others
Joined by 600 more
Marched from Selma

Heading Southeast
On US Hwy 80
Men and women
For Voting Rights

Over Edmund Pettus Bridge
Named for a KKK member
One who fought
To keep them down

Line of white men
In blue uniforms
Stood waiting
At the county line

Said to stop
They refused
They had a right
To go to the Capitol

Billy clubs
And guns
were drawn
Waiting for the signal

Knowing their fate
They stood firm
Their time was now
Voting rights for all

The White men
Rushed them
Billy clubs, tear gas
Stinging eyes

Ms. Boynton
Lay unconscious
It didn’t matter
If they beat a woman

Hands over his head
John was clubbed
Was sure he would die
Scars visible still

Cries, shouts, chaos
Filled the air
As they fled back
Into Selma

Seventeen hospitalized
50 plus treated
Minor injuries
Skin, bodies broken
Not their spirit
They would march again

We remember
As we march
Across that bridge
Bloody Sunday

Wild Thing ©March 5, 2019

She Is . . .

Irish Fire

Irish Fire – photo by Wild Thing

Irish wildfire

Untamed and yet

Strong as the mountains

Gentle as a breeze

Passionate as the colors of autumn

Fierce as the winter freeze

Endless as the spring skies

Hot as the burning sun

Mysterious as the moon

Forged in flames

Hammered, tempered and shaped

Both Goddess and Woman

Vision, dream, healer, muse

A love for the ages

Wild Thing ©2017

Parkland

Never Again

Digital Art by Wild Thing

Quiet
Tock, tock, breath

Stillness
Heavy weight
Can’t move

Fear
Deep
Soul fear

No life
Above
Shaking

Warm
His blood
Her tears

Finally
All clear
Over

We rise
Cry
Grieve

#neveragain

Wild Thing ©April 4, 2018

Pending

Sirens
Neighbors gather
Coffee cups in hand

The local Miss Havisham
Leaving her home
In a body bag

Jilted late
No children
Kept to herself
In her Mother’s home

Sailed out weekly
To purchase staples
Dressed oddly
Wild hair

Then, back home
Hidden behind closed
Doors and curtains

Her death
As was her life
A mystery

No obituary information
Pending notification
Of kin

Wild Thing ©February 17, 2018

 

Take a Knee

abcnews.com

Photo by abcnews.com

When my son
Was little
I’d tuck him in
Assure him
There were no monsters

Only to fall in bed
To fight the ones
In my own head

War torn villages
Stench of death
The buzz of flies
Cries of a lone child

I worked hard
So my son
Wouldn’t
See the horrors
I saw nightly

Now in my seat
Of honor
A young man
Turns and waves
I wave back

“Oh Say Can You See …”
I watch him
My white son
Link his arm
With his black teammate

They take a knee

I begin to cry
Tears of pride
I grip the railing
Arthritic joints creak

I take a knee

Back straight
Proud I raised
A good man
Who understood
What I fought for

Wild Thing ©September 24, 2017

 

 

Snowflake

Snowflake

Blue Drift – photo by Wild Thing

Snowflake
An odd insult
So beautiful
Unique
Each different

Delicate, yes
But devastating
In a group

What is a blizzard
But thousands
Of snowflakes

It shuts down
Roads, schools, cities
It transforms
Entire landscapes

It will burn
With a deceptive
Icy cold

Wild Thing ©October 3, 2017

Halloween Night

Skeletal Tree

SKeletal Tree – photo by Wild Thing

Witches ride wild
Under moonlight
They fly on brooms
To Goblins delight

Oddly shaped gourds
With gruesome smiles
Light the way for
Jack’s weary miles

Bats fly above
Owls hoot below
Eerie noises
Walking slow

Down the road
In the haunted manse
Spectral visions
Do a macabre dance

At the boneyard
The gate groans
Spirits singing
Their ghostly moans

Wind picks up
To add its howl
In harmony with
The hoot of the owl

Shadow shapes
Are monsters waiting
To grab you quick
Your fear pulsating

If you find yourself
Filled with fright
Have no care
Tis Halloween Night

Wild Thing ©October 14, 2107