A Dabble with Poetry

Hello out there.  I have been noticing a bit more traffic to my page, no doubt hoping for new books, but finding nothing new and that is a definite failing on my part.  The books I can't do anything about; publishing is a bit complicated, but I promise books four and five of the Scarlet series are coming.  That being said, I thought I should at least share something.  So here is some poetry.  I'm not really a poet, except in the sense that we all are somewhere in our deepest souls, but I like to dabble.  Forgive the COVID bunker ambiance of the video.  I didn't really think about the visuals until after I recorded it.  Be safe.  Take care of one another, from 6 feet away if possible.  Eat your veggies.  And be kind.

Words.

Words that express.

Words that cherish.

That bring us close,

And give life to laughter.

What words would I have for you,

if in their expression

I could explain my heart?

If in their expression

I could gain passage into yours.

Words.

Words of rage.

Words of contempt.

That render,

Making fluid our morality.

What words would I have for you,

If in their speaking

They could give you my pain?

If in their speaking

I could take back my stolen time.

Words.

Words of kindness.

Words that elevate.

That give us hope

And make promises that might just be kept.

What words would I have for you,

If in their uttering

I could heal with compassion?

If in their uttering

I could forgive and be forgiven.

Words,

So inadequate for love,

Much too powerful in hate.

Words.

Give our inadequate love words power with deeds.

Rob those hate words with our furious grace.