(inspired by Malia’s poem ‘crack the code’)

the unspoken poems
are the loudest
the ones you don’t utter
the times you don’t bother
symphonies of silence
votes of no confidence
trust marbled with rust
what's become of us?

4.8 shaking and rocking on the East Coast of the United States
Some blamed the former US President
Others Mother Nature
Others claim the Supreme being is angry with us
What will they say about the Solar Eclipse?

C@rainbowchaser2024

She was lovely and lonely
Her copper-red belly stood out on a gray rainy day with patches of blue
She seemed to be listening to other birds' chirps and squirrel noises
She hopped on just taking everything in
Lovely company
Hello Robin

C@rainbowchaser2024

To my Friends and Fellow Poets!

Maddy

When the talking stops
When the words do nothing
Just put them on the back burner
Be there when called upon
For the time being, let them deal
Let their Drama Go

C@rainbowchaser2024

It will be set free
Shaken from the cobwebs of yesterday
Headed for a brighter tomorrow
Take a step and breathe for today
Maybe this time

C@rainbowchaser2024

I want to be his medicine
I want to heal his soul
I want to bring him peace
Like he has never known
I want to bring him chaos, too
I want to bring it all
Give him pain and comfort
With my wild call
He sits on perches
Preening, playing,
Perfect to view
He wants for nothing
So what’s a hen to do?
He does not sing or caw or call
He thinks he’s already said it all
And frankly he could stay silent
And still be worth the time
Quiet bird
He may be free
When his cage is only imaginary