Tag Archives: poem

Gambler

The last chance to stop paying attention
Is now
Before the final bet is laid
On one last foolish gamble
To run the table

With nothing to lose
And all to win
The loser’s laughter
Is still a payout

©Heather Kilbourn

Democracy

The flags are folded for a future day
The rally cries are silent in the books
Yet shouts now fill the streets
At Democracy’s rough grabbing
By those who see her travail

Boastful winners mock and laugh
Blinded by a future writ from the past
Where they may yet come to wonder
Who will cry for them
If we’re gone?

©Heather Kilbourn

Tease

Vex the tigress in her open cage
At your peril
She may not eat you
But force you
To take her by the tail
For destinations
Unknown

Simplicity

Within the heart of hazy complications
Beats a truthful simplicity
If you take the time to listen

Chains

With every truthful lie revealed
The hidden chains are forged anew
They hold us in those reckoned places
We left so long ago