The World As Boat

Is peopled world boat

Commodious, attempting

Channel maneuvers

‘Mid sustainability

Lacking perfectly pristine

Material?Ā  It’s

Carrying burdened

Passengers—hungry, angry

Manners forgotten

Wearied by lengthy voyage

Sea’s tumultuous trial…

They long to be free

Of cramped quarters, restrictions

Repetitious tales

Passports may be lost, questioned…

Hopes, incentive: cloudy sky.

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Bijou Castle

(my beloved ancient ruins)


Subsidized ‘castle’

Bijou apartment’s been home

Fast twenty-four years

Small rooms surround perfectly

Within, heart’s world is vast, rich


God plants with purpose

Blessings are in looking back

Eyes of soul mature

Rigorous lessons test, shape

Shine dull resistance ‘grateful’

Ā©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

To Dream, Perchance In Peace

Dreaming frenziedly 

Mind rarely permitted rest

Thoughts kaleidoscope

Sleep-carousel’s ceaseless ride

Wild nights e’er uninvited


Where is the romance

Why horrifying spiders

Faces of abuse

And that one recurrent theme

Dusk’s unfamiliar streets…lost


Wake to dream of peace

Stability’s mere mirage

Quick as nap recedes