that spark of kindness

in her words.

Memory falters,

organs fail, love prevails.

It’s painful to witness a progressing illness that cannot be cured. The only buttress is feeling the dignity that prevails. Suzanne’s second On the Road prompt helped me find some solace…nobody deserves to end their life in suffering but some people do.

Snakes and ladders

Herbal remedies:
    laced with pesticides

Woodland hiker dreams:
    tumbles off a cliff

Barred basement windows:
    lock in radon gas

Pollution laws passed:
    wild repeals ensue

Vote for just reform:
   hate spiral spins out

Love and mindfulness
    immersed in chaos

No escape ladder---
    we must travel through.

©2017 Ontheland





 age of Agape


lover revoLution

momentous evoLution

We all revoLve

to evoLve

to love.

©2017 Ontheland

Photo credit:  christy

As I wrote this poem the words “Love makes the world go around” came to mind.  And then I discovered Love make the world go around, a tribute to the victims of the mass shooting at a night club in Orlando Florida on June 12, 2016.

One kind of love

Her love was rarely said

Tender hearts are buried deep

Strong love propelled each step she tread.


A quiet way that some misread,

A lonely path is always steep

Her love was rarely said.


Homemade loaves of wholegrain bread

and chores of dreary household keep

Strong love propelled each step she tread.


Many books at night she read,

her children tucked and fast asleep

Her love was rarely said.


A winter widow, her brood had fled

She volunteered her time to weep

Strong love propelled each step she tread.


This tired earth she no longer treads

but of her gifts I still do reap

Her love was rarely said—

strong love propelled each step she tread.

©2017 Ontheland.wordpress.com

They’re seeding the clouds

Is it a conspiracy?

They seeded the clouds

with love.

Love has been raining

since dawn quenching

scorched earth cleansing

poisoned minds trickling

hate down sewers

washing away fear

swelling hearts with

courage to join in

generous community,

 knowing we only have

each other.

©2017 Ontheland

My mind and heart battered from contemplating recent actions by the United States government, I avoided a sinkhole and flew to the clouds.  Now as I post this poem, I am weighed down with rage and sadness from knowing that worshipers were gunned down at a Quebec City Mosque on Sunday night.  I am not sure where my opening line came from…but I have decided to leave it…a conspiracy to relieve human distress, hatred, and destruction could be a good thing.

‘Dawn’ is the word for this week’s Quadrille challenge hosted by Björn Rudberg over at dVerse Poets Pub.