Cloudy With a Chance of Democracy Ending

Darkness falls early on this the eve of yet another contentious election in America…

The clouds loom heavy as the cold breeze whispers foreboding of a potentially ominous outcome…

Yet there are patches of pristine bright blue sky that echo the hope that remains in my heart…

My mind races with the kind of clarity that comes from a recent cleansing rain…

My insides churn and I shiver from the cold and brutal ugliness being screamed from pulpits and broadcast daily from media masquerading as news

This could be a beginning, or an end, or the beginning of the end of life as we have known it.

The rustling has quieted… the stillness and silence is deafening.

This night will be long…

The days ahead perilous…

Democracy is fragile we must vote like our lives depend on protecting it because they do.

©Dani Heart

11-7-2022

Movement

Never before 2016 has political news turned my

bowls to water…

The frequency of this occurrence in 2020 would have  

me diagnosed with IBS should I seek a doctor’s care.

My body is not the problem though; it is merely an indicator…of fear…

of a country gone insane with hatred, vitriol and murder.

of our democracy in peril.

of a possible existence I have only seen in foreign lands

of the reversal of my marriage

of the end of life and my country as I have known it.

I think my body’s telling me to get moving, get involved.

I always vote, but now I’m activated!

©Dani Heart

9-26-2020

Acid Rain

rain road


On a two lane road

in a driving downpour

I press forward…

 

Tears flow as the images

replay in my mind.

Like an old record player,

that slowly returns to the beginning

each time it reaches the part

that is too damaged to bypass;

 

There you are…

writhing like a snake beneath her,

raven locks falling across your chest.

 

Your firm grasp of her ample round bottom,

as you thrust deeply to release your passion,

extinguishing two fires in a united crescendo,

was more than my little heart could take.

 

I never saw the curve.

Unlike the well equipped dream car

you bought me,

there were no wiper blades

to shield my eyes

from your acid rain.

 

Copyright 7/14/2008

Dani Heart ♥