Pillars

This old wary
Weariness is wearing on me,
So I fall back

On the works of warriors
& wordsmiths
Equipped with mother wit, not
Letting worry
Walk off with the youth

I have left.

©2019 MDSHall

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Lift Every Voice

There’s no present like the time

…To raze the daze
Of yesterday’s mistakes
And discern the words
That conjure
The untold souls
Of the unspoken heard
Like drums forging forward
In hymns of the inner ear
Echoing visions
Of the voice within, lifting us
For the long haul
Out of the cacophony
Of urban sprawl
Into the harmony
Of our own antiphony
In writes of passage
Carrying on the conversations
Between creation and curation
That celebrate the incantations
Of life, above and beyond
Boundaries and categories…

Because, in lieu of our scars,
The scrolls of our souls
Render us whole and anew.

©2019 MDSHall. All Rights Reserved.

Parting of Time

Today remains a constant
Conversation
Between creation
And curation,
Exchanged
In a world ever-changing
Imbued in hearts
And minds
As a parting
Of the lines
And the spaces in between

…And, even as shadows
In the rain
Careen like starships
Across a constellated canopy
In and out of sweet sorrow
As mere mementos
Of memory, we extol what
The soul ascribes to us
Tomorrow regardless

… Fate be damned.

Let My Children Hear Me

I am living
In uncharted poetry —
Just a month past a year
Without my
Mother
There aren’t enough words
To say how I
Miss her.

She comes & goes
Like a gypsy in my soul
Regularly visiting
The music of my mind
(Where the notes
Of my
Remembrances of her
Remain
Fittingly intact)

Especially when I
Am deep in daydream
Envisioning her
Perched like a star
On a spiral staff keeping tabs
On everything, even the wandering souls
Filled with the language
Of the unheard, emerging
From the margins
Carrying out the will
Of a righteous riot, all
The while singing
Unsung lullabies through her
Laughing eyes, for I know
She left the best of herself in me.
& she’d be happy to know
My sister & I still
Hear her.

©2019 MDSHall

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