Spilled Ink…

Would a face turn

From this simple gift

Or tear the parchment

Of a poem penned?

Might feelings spilled

In one moment of vulnerability

And careless abandon

Encourage a deaf ear to hear?

Could some worth be seen

In an offering so small,

 Absent a jewels shine,

Holding solely this beating heart of mine?




Your parting words

” You’ve changed..it isn’t fair “

My silence watched you leave

Disappointment filled the air…

I’ve changed

That’s certainly true

The death of a lifelong love

Can do that to you..

I’ve changed

I’m not as strong

Grief lays heavy

Pain stole my song..

Yes, I’ve changed

Though in pieces now…I’m still me

It’s fair to say

You couldn’t see…..

Copyright © Murrsma 2015

Reaching Hope

She opened her eyes

at last

Blinking back the weight of foggy dreams

too long left drifting

between hope and yearning…

Empty hands stretched out in earnest desire

grasping for a solid way

to wield life into imaginings

that lay in quiet wanting…

 no longer content to be held at bay….



Older by far

than all  here who breathe

We come and we go

but you never leave

With memories eternal

of this revolving stage

Our entire book of life

is your mere turning page

When my chapters all are written

and with stars I do commune

I’ll no longer look with envy

At you ….our glowing constant Moon….


From dust….

Chaos strapped on steel toed intent

crashing through comfort

crushing all sentiment

gnashing it’s jaws and it’s teeth dripping hate

Chaos chuckled with glee while snacking on fate

Weakened rubble remained

Ashes clinging to dust

Somehow hope had survived

left to rise

….as it must….