Bitter-scented tomato vines
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Author Archives: Brenda Davis Harsham
Hold Fast to Dreams
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams fade
Life is a silent symphony
That cannot be played.
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Fly By
The world hums with voices
as the warm days fly by,
people in pain
virus numbers climbing
exhausted frontline workers
and protestors in peril.
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Colors Unbounded
All colors
should be free
to be,
to be as covered in glory
or as mired in earth
as needed,
or to stretch between the two,
bowing faces to roots or
lifting shining faces
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Art and Artifice
Every child dreams,
creates art,
writes poetry,
sings songs.
Why do most stop? Continue reading
Glorious Color
As the cardinal calls
pretty, pretty, pretty,
apple blossoms
quiver like
cabbage butterflies
in lilac-scented sunshine. Continue reading
Music in the Trees
I miss shaking a newspaper,
folding it closed, washing
black ink from my fingers,
feeling accomplished before
moving on with my day.
Instead, I hopscotch a crazy-quilt —
CNN. BBC. MSNBC. Fox. Round
and round, site to site and back,
never washing the stain
of sad news from my heart. Continue reading
Justice
All the flowers, poems
cards, and teddy bears
left on sidewalks
after someone died
somehow
don’t fill
the painful void
where a person
we loved
once lived.
Only progress
toward justice
can ease the pain.
A little.
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June Came Late
June came late,
after May rains slanted,
and gardens were planted. Continue reading
World Afire
A world
afire with color
and rage
against those
who don’t see
color
as beautiful
as precious
as connected
to all of us.
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Poem for Peace
On the edge of a knife,
words sustain my life,
address
my stress
and lessen household strife.
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