
vastness
opens windows in my soul
to the universe Continue reading
vastness
opens windows in my soul
to the universe Continue reading
call me weed,
say nay, you’re not wanted,
still I’ll rise Continue reading
under the dank pond,
below its winter wasteland,
slumber turtles
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Down the valley,
churn and bubble,
runs the river
on the double,
flowing past
town and trouble. Continue reading
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.
When doors slam,
things look tough, or
your heart is drumming it,
Remember you’re
the AMAZING YOU
and keep humming it. Continue reading
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
Any vessel
can hold
light.
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Daffodils break through old leaves
beside the greening grass,
and warming sunshine draws
tiny caterpillars from their eggs. Continue reading
strung with free jewels,
even lily of the valley
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Toad teaches to
nap at noon,
hop away from
worries, and
be still.
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a rose, bud to bloom,
embraces its beginning
as it unfolds
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