Perfection
by D.L.Chilson
Perfection – clean, pure
Ideal untouched by any flaws.
Does it even exist?
Written for the Daily Post, Perfection
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Category Archives: Poetry
Skies’ Limit
Skies Limit
by D.L.Chilson
The sky’s the limit, that’s what they say.
As far as the eye can see is how far you’ll go.
Skies blue and clear, no clouds in sight,
The path is straight; you’ll go all the way.
Skies gray and dark, storm clouds threaten.
A rocky road will make you rue the day.
The sky’s the limit, that’s what they say.
Blue skies, clear sailing, no effort to try.
There’s hidden danger in the easiest way.
Cloudy skies, blowing winds, shape your world.
Hard work will never lead you astray.
Written for the Daily Post prompt – Sky.
Rain Water
Rain Water
- By D.L.Chilson
Rain water
Filling up the clouds
Hanging heavy over head
Growing fat and dark
Ripe with potential
Rain Water
Falling from the clouds
Hitting parched, dry dirt
Granting thirsts freedom
Replenish the earth
Rain Water
Following the storm
Hurrying our harvests
Giving us fresh breath
Relieves the heat
We need
Rain Water
Snake
Slithering, sneaking
Sliding through the garden grass
Silent is the snake.
Vote
The System is rigged
Some people say
You won’t change anything
By playing their Game.
The System is rigged
Super delegates, Super PACs
Our vote’s not enough
The numbers will lie.
The System is rigged
You can’t change anything
Unless you TRY.
- D.L.Chilson 4/26/2016, upon the occasion of voting in her first ever primary
Betrayal
Believing in you
Even when faced with another truth
Tempted to ignore the ulitmate
Reality, tragedy, bitter comedy
Always doubting
You can’t look me in the eye
Always wishing you still
Loved me
Chickens in Winter
Footprints in the snow
Oh my god! Our toes are cold!
No eggs til it’s warm!
