Whispers IV

April night.

Peepers.  Starlight.  Wind.

Eyes closed.  You are there, but here.

Holding. Whispering. Loving.

You are here, but there.

(C) Creekside Whispers

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Silenced Again

Wrong doings hidden behind walls of silence.

Decades of misdeeds, shards of innocence boring deeply, planted at four, then again, and again, and again, endlessly.

Learning to say no, confront, dismantle.  Call out the naked emperor.

And now to be told repeatedly, “Just play the game.”

Naïve to expect equity, intelligence, insight and leadership?

Silenced again.

Traveling back in time to that small child, damaged and wronged.

Same verb, simply figurative this time.

(c) Creekside Whispers

Whispers III

The sky cleared today. Blue, beautiful. Clouds flirted in the sunlight.

Daffodils taunted late bloomers.

Forsythia flaunted her bright self.

Wind caressed me, my lover’s touch echoed.

For a moment so alive, so grounded.

 

Worker Bee. The parameters in the manual unaddressed while the fears of Queen Bee with power spew forth.

Insubordinate. Rude. Unfocused. Scary smart. Unapproachable. Everyone notices how you talk to me.

Spinning, contorting, censoring, Worker Bee raging but silent, then lip-syncing the right words,

What can I do? Thank you for your guidance.

Worker Bee.  Ashamed. Self-preservation? Integrity?

How much obsequiousness before choking on one’s own bile. Joy dying moment by moment.

Worker Bee mourning.

 

Escape to self. Joy whispers…

Through the woods, pups, creek, wind, and sun.

Back, into the arms of my lover.

 

©Creekside Whispers