Sunday, September 07, 2014

Not a Horse in Sight


Not a Horse in Sight by Teri H Hoover©
09-07-2014 Sunday Whirl- #177


She rose.
Evading the edge.
No room for meandering.

Plant your heart.
Thrust this trust.
Rusting are the locks.

Dismal balls of metal
These spots... 
  • Bullets 
  • no more 
  • than a signal 
  • to
stop.




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Friday, September 05, 2014

Compassion

 Compassion by Teri H Hoover©
September 5, 5014



I note the failed attempts
in this very room.
A blessing song of September crickets
behind vain attempts of spinning blades.

With compassion I
hush the whipping edge of coolness.
With compassion I
breath in the blessing song again.