Poetry ~ Coming Apart

The world of my youth
is coming apart.
I am living in a
science fiction novel
where earthlings
thrash about in cyber space,
divided by ancient beliefs.
I am witness to
virtual tweeting tribes 
take up arms and battle
to defend their reality.
However,
if reality is relative
how do we unite around
differing views
and
fake news?
I fear
humanity has been hacked,
the malware activated.
There is no turning back
to the world of my youth
it has come apart.

Poetry ~ Fierce

i am an old house
fierce, proud,
steady, and strong
i lean into the wind
i may crack and whistle
i may splinter and moan
yet i will not waiver
i am the "people's" home
Old House in Wind 1906 – CF William Mielatz
This poem was inspired by
recent events in our nation's capital
and this sketch by CF William Mielatz , 
which can be found
in the Smithsonian American Art Museum. 

Poetry ~ Haunted Legacy

In the last days
before the ending
he anguished. 
Haunted by a public life,
lived on the wrong side of history,
isolated by privilege,
entrenched in an old-world ethos,
he lacked the perspective to see
the interconnected reality
of the human experience. 
His legacy haunts history
reaching its long arm 
into present day
where a once great
nation remains divided.