Throwback Friday: Metamorphosis – Michele Vecchitto

Reposting this from 2014  Flames flickering, lapping, reaching Smoldering embers glow blood red Smoke invades and suffocates Distress turns to despair Somewhere the devil dances and demons sing Walls of water climbing, growing, towering Crushing waves spiral, bile brown Sea invades and suffocates Distress turns to despair Closer, the devil and demons dance Clouds of … Continue reading Throwback Friday: Metamorphosis – Michele Vecchitto

Throwback Friday – The Choice – Michele Vecchitto

  It’s a choice A conscious decision to stand in judgment or open a heart Within the iron walls of judgment cowardice fuels hatred fear consumes tolerance righteousness contradicts hope Within the warm walls of a heart curiosity fuels understanding empathy consumes fear acceptance contradicts bigotry Much easier to stand in judgment never inconvenienced never … Continue reading Throwback Friday – The Choice – Michele Vecchitto

Snapshots – Michele Vecchitto – Throwback Friday

I bore witness as time swallowed them whole still shimmering, still breathing, still filled with life these folds of time capturing moments Gifts of the present preserving what will become the past I stole silent snapshots as the unsuspecting carried on ordinary lives My eyes more acute than the cameras snapping photos My ears more … Continue reading Snapshots – Michele Vecchitto – Throwback Friday

Not Today – Michele Vecchitto – Throwback Friday

  *Reposting for #ThrowbackFriday 2017 - I've just returned from the Austin International Poetry Festival. In an effort to catch up on various poetry prompts in honor of National Poetry Month, I'm reposting this poem. It is one I read in Austin. This prompt comes from Writer's Digest, prompt for Day 2. No I won’t set my sight on tomorrow … Continue reading Not Today – Michele Vecchitto – Throwback Friday

Hope is the thing with feathers – Classic Poems Presented by Go Dog Go Cafe’s Baristas

This poem by Emily Dickinson is one of my favorites. It speaks of the strength of hope in even the fiercest of storms. In all, hope endures. Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale … Continue reading Hope is the thing with feathers – Classic Poems Presented by Go Dog Go Cafe’s Baristas