Poetry ~ The Terror

are we on the other side of terror?
there are those who say it is so
yet I fear terror has taken hold
it traveled through my town
on one unsuspecting soul
but it did not stretch
its long arms down
the  back roads or
come knocking 
at my door
i am socially distancing
lest the terror wants more
the terror knows no bounds
it quakes the great cities and
slithers through rural towns
in search of the unprotected,
the doubtful, the unmasked
the terror is unleashed
i fear we are not on
 the other side of 
terror, we are in
the belly of the
 beast!

Poetry ~ Disturbed Things (true story)

She couldn’t quite shake it
that sense
that things were
out of place …

disturbed

another dead bird
on the deck

strange depressions
in the meadow grass

shadows crossing the
field of a moonlit night

unfamiliar animal tracks
on the road near the house

the growl of her dog
when there was nothing in sight

anxious days
led to sleepless nights

allowing irrational fears
to creep inside her mind

perplexed, she packed her bags
leaving the
disturbed things
behind

Poetry ~ Whispers

Do you listen to the whispers of your heart
or do you wait for the screaming to start?

Don’t let people tell you those whispers are lies!
Let the doubters see the truth through your eyes.

Trust your foresight, your third-eye, your intuition.
Listen to your heart’s inner recognition. 

And if the mind tells you the heart doesn’t matter,
quiet the mind and follow the latter. 

Trust when your heart whispers – it’s real and true.
Act on your instincts; and you’ll know what to do.