Weave your story
with mine,
and we will never
live alone.
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Notes: If you have time, watch the incandescent poem below, the inspiration for my poem, found when I went looking for wind and waves. At this time of too many divisions, let’s remember the past and honor each others’ stories. We need to unite, fight the virus, not each other.
Oral Traditions
— William Nu’Utupu Giles and Travis T.
Time to celebrate,
time to remember,
but also
time to put away.
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some days
the light shines brightest
behind the tree line
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resolved,
to recognize stars
in winter wastes Continue reading
short, dark days
let the fairy lights shine,
long and bright
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November’s damp chill
settles into my bones
despite weak sunshine
National cemetery,
row upon row of flags
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when the weight carried
presses me into the ground
I have to let go Continue reading
a palette of earthtones
paints hillsides
with Autumn song
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Once upon a time, Ruth grew into
a woman who refused to let others
put her in her place. She made
her own place, a place where
hard work, talent and persistence
would carry her across battlefields
of books, opinions, and gavels, where
great minds clamored and clashed. Continue reading
No day is truly gray
when sunflowers sway
in the slightest breeze
like cheerful trees.
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Write your story
for words are
perfect petals
that bring color
to the world.
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yellow manes,
faces tilted toward the sun
ROAR of color
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