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

Friday, September 05, 2014


 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.