vanish as the whispered words
fly barren into the
cherry blossom horizon
sanguine  the sun rises
cautioned by florid
lone limbs bared by breezes
the token
leaves left barely hanging
alone
as if they were better off

time meaning late
her time not withstanding just
general Geneva time
where the basic nature of time I hope
is stored
in case of hackers
Russian or whatever
Chinese       ****
the salvation of
time itself to think
caught hostage
held in abeyance
to cyber thieves
what might the sun
the moon the constellations do
were cyber warriors to hijack
our basic premises?

One,
two...three,
four
bad decisions at your door,

Five, six,
seven, eight,
one more time,
and it's too late,

Nine, ten, eleven,
twelve,
into darkness,
down you delve,

Angry demons answer,

No need to count any longer.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

I remember the days,
of drawing hearts in soft warm shifting sands,

As it is running through my fingertips,
as slips through aging hands,

I see the vision once,
& it's all so very grand.

Still,
a tiny speck,
is a tiny piece of very lovely land,
& to sail away,
a ship can't sail all alone,
off to go,
unmanned,

And a castle without a prince,
was not quite what I'd planned,

Sadly,
I now realize it was all just,
an illusion,
anyway.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

I see a deer,
by a cold babbling,
partly frozen brook,
he's taking a quenching needed drink.

He looks my way,
& gives me a wise,
careful long stare,
with a curious look,
& sweetly wistful wink,

I look up to the twilight sky,
then he's just...

g
  o
    n
      e
         .
           .
          .
           .

In just a single momentary silent blink.

I stop a moment,
sigh
I stop to appreciate,
watch & thank him,
as I sit on a mossy frozen log,
to stop,
- to think,

I hear a sound,
my heart,
hitting bottom,
as I feel it just..

                   S
                      I
                        N
                           K

G...
     O...
          N...
              E... ,

A shockingly loud-

B L A S T

A single gunshot,
wound,
I'm the one bleeding,
Oh no!
and now I'm the charge of this leaking,
& all of this unholy ink.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

Forgiveness
                           In life
                               Is
                E V E R Y T H I N G

Cherie Nolan © 2016