A Peaceful Mission

Photo by Pietro De Grandi via Unsplash

They piled their things onto the ship, headed for a distant land, one where the violence of their homestate would never follow them. Captain Heras assured them of safety and provided everything needed for their journey. On the side of the ship, painted in gold: “#Ubuntu“.


This is another Twitter prompt response. Word of focus: “Ubuntu”.

talking to the sun while the moon eavesdrops

sunmoondance
Art by Jr Korpa via Unsplash

 

clouds break before noon,
the wind rushes in and
the two of us sit with
the chill as if
tomorrow plans on
beating around the bush
about showing up.

I hold his hand.
he brushes against
my sun-beaten skin and
tries to steal a moment
with my eyes.

we sit in the glow of
a freshly splattered rain,
sun peeking its head out
while drops fall–Devil’s
beating his wife.
I don’t want to miss
a second of his
green-eyed stare.

I watch the moon as
it hurries in between
sibling clouds, its
intent is clear.
it’s here to stop
our show.

tonight, there will be
no encore.

Mercy

Sandy has such an intuitive and forthright mind. She’s also quite bold in her delivery and I love her writing for these things. I read this poem and I can see the imagery, feel the intensity, and respect the ending. It connects. She creates connection.


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The reciprocity of fate

Photo by Max Kleinen on Unsplash

As dawn breaks

over another day of uncertainty

silent comes the moth unbidden

from the cornered shadows

of my bedroom

frantic wings flee the dark.

I see not an intruder but

a fateful refugee

perhaps sent to probe

the virtuous nature

of a heart flush with fortune.

I cup my hands gently

around the winged creature

knowing it would be far less

trouble to drop it

in the toilet

into a watery grave,

it’s only a moth, after all.

Yet its wings

beat against my palms

not with a threat

but with a plea;

our connection is complete

in this moment

the moth and me

need only one thing — mercy


Sandy Knight, ©2020 All rights reserved.

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the sanity of birds

NaPoWriMo#5

I’ve been participating in National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), however, I’d simply been tweeting them. I’ll start to share them here too.

Oh, but at the sea . . .

ColorfulSeahorse
Art by Eva Sandoval via Mixkit.co

the brave seahorse raids
the raging waters, fearlessness
in his gaze
I lurk about, waiting for
a glimpse of wonder . . .
a chance to witness
the essence of magic.

he wades through,
cautious and in-the-know,
I sit back
with my hands pressed
close to me
longing for the moment
to land an eye
on this incredible creature.

the ten-year-old trapped within
lunges itself forward
we find a few minutes
of excitement, pull them close,
and will ourselves on for
the evening.

we know the beauty
nature possesses,
does the seahorse
know?