Posts Tagged ‘free verse’
We Can
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we can do this
standing on our heads
like those who came before
those who survived
attempted extermination of their tribes
those who endured hardships of two world wars
those who lived through the great depression
how about the rise of crime syndicates during prohibition
how despondent must it have felt
to get knocked down repeatedly
in quests for equal rights
this country survived
how many assassinated leaders
climate disasters
economic failures
pollution calamities
drug wars
political scandals
terror attacks
space shuttle explosions
can we get past
social media addictions
corporations’ algorithms
malignant narcissists
gaslighting white supremacist kleptocrats
undereducated generations
conspiracy-minded idiocy
religious dogmatic insanity
shameless hypocrisy
we can
we can stand fast
we can outlast
the worst of any attempts
to destroy the rights
of citizens to know the truth
of a free press
of free and fair elections
of the democratic ideals
in the U.S. Constitution
we can love one another
we can help our neighbors
we can feed the hungry
we can honor those who came before
and the generations yet to come
we can do this
together
standing on our heads
we are innumerable
a great loving multitude
and there will always be more of us
than there will ever be
of those who prefer we give up
and go away
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Creative Listing
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beginnings and endings all wrapped into one
wrinkled recipes
wastebaskets as decoration
old shingles, no longer flat
one last morsel of something
hilarious holiday movies
flames
constant vibrations not coming through our ears
sweet moments that have nothing to do with flavor
moon shadows close to midnight
lead pencil with a perfectly intact eraser
phrases no longer in use
the one thing you will never bring home from a grocery store
a houseplant that never grows, yet never dies
landline phones with actual push buttons
nerve endings that tingle
dust that never seems to settle
gusts that eventually do
settle, that is
a list with no actual purpose
prose masquerading as a poem
Saturday mornings home alone
a sigh of monumental proportions
kind words spoken in a sultry tone
.
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Flurries
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all day long
flurries of flakes floated down
where were they coming from?
there was nothing visible on radar
yet flake after flake kept falling
barely enough to cover some surfaces
but turning the brand-new lake ice
white
if falling as rain
it would have been a mist
maybe a sprinkle
but only barely
just relentless white flakes
floating from the sky
one after another
from sun up
to sundown
picture postcard perfect
for sitting by the fire
gazing at large white swans
busy in the open water
creating idyllic scenes
out the window frame
ushering in December
all day long
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