
Used with Permission of Artist Joy Dickson
Memories
are black pearls,
heavy rounds
of moon and sea
Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

Used with Permission of Artist Joy Dickson
Memories
are black pearls,
heavy rounds
of moon and sea
Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

we crash, crowd and compete
but within our community,
we find our best selves
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traces of last summer
salty longings
sharp edges
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women can stand together
voices raised
our magic circles the globe
the Second Women’s March
on every continent
yes, even Antarctica Continue reading

icy snowbanks
may delay growth,
but not forever
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Ideas last,
stick barnacle-fast,
and even dance
when asked.
So I write,
dawn to night,
just an idea
acolyte.
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When storms churn surf
and flood waters rise,
beacons of light
are as vital as breath.
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Summer’s Siren Song
makes me long for warmth
dream of hot sunshine
on my bare arms and remember
the relief of leaf-cast shade
and lakewater teasing my ankles. Continue reading

Choose Purple —
celebrate your mistakes,
own your struggle,
and honor your choices,
because that’s how we become
who we are meant to be:
victors.
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dandelion down,
its frozen petals and stem
hoard sunshine
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the forest’s green heart
taps an icy morse code,
calling the sun
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afternoon,
icy winds rake the sand smooth
under sorbet skies
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