More Monday

Four poems this week that caught my eye last month and led me to think about the insights into the human condition that some people seem to make effortlessly (like these poets) where the words are often difficult to come up with.

First up, Vikki (@VWC_Writes) talks of deep love. She brings all the senses together beautifully:

The night becomes us,
a hint of jasmine and wild berries
competing with salt winds
evoking our senses to the delicate
seams of moonlight,

our fingers coaxing stories
from each other's souls
as we marvel at the purple skies
pooling behind our silhouettes.

Then @an_angsty_teen tells us that acts and deeds are different in the life of anyone:

sorry isn't always enough

it can be a bottle trying
to hold a waterfall
or a band aid
covering a stab wound

sorry is not a magic word
that suddenly makes
everything you do okay

sorry means you regret
it doesn't mean
the same hand 
won't strike again

@alanlovespoetry gives a dark Resume but it is true - life will end, I think he's saying make the most of it, because it won't matter a whit to you when you're dead:

Once I am dead
will it matter
if it was a stabbing or a stroke

at 53
does it matter
that only mom saw me graduate

that at 18
I made so many nice people cry

no math in it
it adds up exactly to nothing

no alphabet
not enough even for one good
poem.

And finally, back to love and hope, so perfectly crafted by @ZanneQuinn:

Open you mouth, my love
and taste my promises
Use both hands
hold tight to my chances
Open your eyes
and paint my body
opportunity
Write a little poetry on my pale
skin
Give me hope

If you like these works as much as I do, please give these writers a read, a follow, and your appreciation.