Laundry dishes dog
Perfect weather for outside
Stroll and simple tasks
2019 poems
Perfect
I don’t worry about
Being perfect so much anymore
I choose to be
The night sky
In a well lit city
Still there but
Without all
My stars
Visible
All the time
Journey
Writing, written, wrote
My story winding while I
Walk my sacred path
Bold Moves
Bold women teach me
Bold moves always, always fierce
Without apology
Her
Her, them, they and me
We not so different that we
Can’t gather and rule
Knowing
There comes a time
When
You know what
They
Knew
There comes a time
When
You know what
They
Know
And you become
Woman
Or
Womyn
Master
Of your
Own…
World
No longer wandering, wondering
in theirs.
Sister
The darkest night of the year
It started in a classroom and ended in a hospital room
A piercing scream
Lumineers “Ophelia” on repeat
A mass shooting
A room so cold Filled with beeping
Snacks and a few pictures
That I thought would cheer you up
Because memories are sacred
And I wanted to hold on
To as many of them as possible
You came back for a second
To say goodbye
But then you were gone
And we were left to
Remember you
And your sources of happiness
I feel happiest in my skin when
A writing prompt that ended with a poem
14. I feel happiest in my skin when…
I’m engaged in a good conversation with a good friend. I feel happier than words can describe. I know that I don’t always have words for many things but I especially feel happy when I can experess those words without ever using words.
Feelings I feel so strong that I can not voice them,
but instead my entire body vibrates with the joy of
just being in the presence of the people I love
and care so deeply about.
I may never be able to express those words but
my whole body,
my whole soul feels it.
I sometimes don’t want to
let those feelings go,
but when I do
I make space
For those feelings to come again.
D.S. Hollie 