“Toss it. We won’t need it.”
Category: poetry
ruby slippers
our personal
spiritual journey
isn’t about getting there;
it’s not even about
the journey itself–
it’s about realizing that
we’re already there
–photo by me
tipi tears (shadorma)
the tipi
was the perfect home
for the proud
indian–
until white man sentenced him
to life on the rez
__________________
–photos by me
haiku 125
field of sunflowers
yellow periscopes pop up
looking for the sun
–photo by me
berries and bellies
as the berries were collected
the young ones dined on them
at home they were inspected
and sampled once again
those that were selected
went in pies and jellies
and those that were rejected
went in little bellies
restless (senryu)
we all hope to rest
in peace one day, but for some,
the struggle never ends
–photo by me
broken souls (archives)
crystal balls
fall all around
and shatter as they
strike the ground,
while silently
we march en masse
thru bloody fields
of broken glass;
how beautiful
the crystal sphere
a perfect orb
so pure and clear;
yet hold a shard
up to the sun
and rainbows shine
on everyone
feel the fear (tanka)
when fear suddenly
threatens to overwhelm us–
we must embrace it
for we can never be brave
unless we are afraid first
–photo by me
Limerick 40
A timid young turtle named Nell
Was told she was ugly as hell,
And it hurt her inside
For her friends had all lied–
And now, she stays home in her shell
–Photo by me
america, the leaning
america
please understand
a house divided
cannot stand
and if we lean
too far one way
the winds of change
will seize the day
and we won’t have
a house at all–
america will fall
–photo by me
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