March

March

March for our lives
march for YOUR life
lives of your children
lives of your grandchildren

We can do something
we can march or write
we can make a difference
with our feet or with our words

The young can teach us
we must not be silent
each of us can march
in our own determined way

We must NOT be silent
we must all speak out
now is the time for YOU
(yes you) to march.

It seems that the older generation has remained silent.  We are being led by the young.  I hope some of you have also been inspired by the students of Stoneman Douglas -- David Hogg, Emma Gonzales, etc.  They cannot vote yet, but when they can they will be a force to be reckoned with.  Today (Saturday) was the March For Our Lives in many cities around the globe.  I am heartened by this.  But we ALL must find our way to march.

Don't You

Don't You

Don't you forget me when I am gone
remember me, the smile on my face
the way I laughed, the twinkle in my eye

Remember how I splashed in the waves
walked fast to explore unfamiliar paths
to see all I could see along the way,

shared time and exchanged stories,
held a few hands, gave a helping hand,
looked for the next unique adventure

as I soared high above the clouds
always dreaming of brighter tomorrows
knowing I will meet you again.


This is a poem of mine from 2009.  Amazing that it was written 9 years ago,
but it could have been written yesterday.  Actually perhaps that is
why I like the message in this poem.  It is timeless.  At least for me.

Shared with Poets United Poetry Pantry.

Spring Ahead Fall Behind

Spring Ahead Fall Behind

Spring ahead fall behind
we now have summer time
may summer come soon
with all of its warmth

I know I must wait

I want to bask in the sun
walk barefoot in grass
tan my skin a little
feel the gentle breeze

I know I must wait

I want to eat fresh tomatoes
have picnics by the lake
leave windows wide open
take walks in the dark

I know I must wait

I have more summers
behind me than ahead
how many more to enjoy
will heaven be like summer

I know I must wait.

For Poets United Poetry Pantry.  I sometimes wonder how many summers are ahead of me.  How about you?  In your comments, rather than reflecting on my poem (which is inconsequential to the concept) I would ask you reflect on the passing of time.  How do you deal with years as you live them?  Do you ever, as I do, wonder how many summers you have yet to experience?  Do you appreciate the summers of your life more as you age?  What is your favorite season?  Is there a heaven?  What will it look like?  (To me it will be eternal summer.)

Seize the Day

Seize the Day

Seize the day
someone please
seize the day

with heavy heart
I wait and pray
as I await good
news each day

words do not come
they hide or run
do not allow me
to seize the day

it is up to others
to carry the torch
to raise your voice
to calm the storm

I cannot write
my voice is stilled
my brain is numb
by news of the day

This is my
simple prayer today
oh please,
seize the day.

And carry on

if you can

seize the day.

I find myself near paralyzed by all that is going on.  I wish I were optimistic.

It makes it hard to write poetry.  For Poets United Poetry Pantry using Sumana's

Midweek Motif theme of "Seize the Day."  My poem is too late for that, but

it served as a bit of inspiration.