Sherri ⁷

Bits and pieces of my poetry and writing. Random thoughts about life. I try to live like sunshine. I sometimes write like rain.

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

@iamwitwicky Thank you

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

The flame of rage
that burns in this world.
The earthly anger that
casts shadows on our souls.
I’m grateful our souls
can’t burn with us, though.
They’re not of this world.
But, they can smell the smoke.
They breathe in the #ashes.

#vss365

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

@wordsbyquillink Thank you 🍁

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

A maple tree
grows #exhausted
from too many thoughts
and nowhere to put them.
Its red leaves
release and flame,
kindling the air,
clotting the stream.
I watch in sad wonder
at its silent burn.

#vss365

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

@wordsbyquillink Thank you 🌿

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

I take #stock of our reality.
It slaps me in the face
with a sharp, uncaring hand.
The air feels weary
with the fading scent
of more hopeful days.
I escape to nature,
my safe place
in the midst of madness.
My heart yearns to laugh again.
My mind only wants to weep.

#vss365

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

@AmericanSijo You are so right. 🙌

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

The #caprice of corrupt men
who revel in being feared,
who gouge the earth
with their malice.
Or the caprice of a butterfly,
flickering the air
with its holy whimsy.
Then stopping to rest,
sitting elegantly on a leaf
while you marvel at its wings
shaped like prayer hands.#vss365

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

@AmericanSijo 😄

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

@divya_sabaa Thank you 🌿

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

That painful place
in all of us, too
hidden and deep
for even a whisper
to escape. A barely
#bearable place.
And, still, we can’t
help ourselves,
sometimes
we take a walk
in its ruins.

#vss365

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

@nanni86399210 💜🫂

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

The angels are sad
that we hoard our fears
in heavy piles
inside our hearts.
They are willing us
to take back our #power,
to release
the weight of them,
to climb the mountain
and hurl them down
like stones.

#vss365

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

@nanni86399210 Thank you 💜🫂

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

A soul torque
radiates in my lungs.
Poetic syllables, flat
and paper-doll thin,
seek shape through
my bone and skin.
Transforming into
poems with a pulse.
With blood, and breath,
and a living spirit.
Escaping through
the #doorway
of my heart,
to exist in the world.

#vss365

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

The #chance you take when
revealing your fragilities
to the world in a poem.
Your wounds visible to others,
like the cut side of a pear,
exposed to the air.
Each of your wound words
oxidizing while they’re read.

#vss365

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

Too many people
in power these days
take on and off their morals
like #articles of clothing.
And their moral clothing
isn’t high quality, either.
It’s a cheap knockoff that
mimicks the authentic.
Stitched together with
lies and complicity.
Its brand name is Greed.

#vss365

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

@nanni86399210 Oh, I love that. Thank you 💜☺️

[Sherri ⁷ @DearMoonPoetry]

My soul is
always with me
in my dreams,
which swell
in the night
like the sea,
washing over us
in waves,
our fingers
interlaced.
And better yet,
I’m #conscious
she’s always there
inside
the bare bones
of my poems.
Her essence glows
onto my writings
like the moon.

#vss365