
storms are coming,
as the skies grow dark, remember,
you can’t dodge the rain
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storms are coming,
as the skies grow dark, remember,
you can’t dodge the rain
Copyright 2021 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading
Weave your story
with mine,
and we will never
live alone.
Copyright 2021 Brenda Davis Harsham
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.
The first startling snow melts.
The evidence of an odd year
disappears into wet puddles
and sodden soil, cold and drear. Continue reading
The world hums with voices
as the warm days fly by,
people in pain
virus numbers climbing
exhausted frontline workers
and protestors in peril.
Continue reading
Seeing the same four walls
in this endless
pandemic confinement,
but imagining far fields,
wildflowers bobbing,
waterfalls singing, Continue reading