One of two poems:
we lit candles after
their names and tales on our ears
flames flickering, like souls.
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Who knows? This one’s the wild card!
Hope, Recycled
a revolution in growing, cooking, packing a packet of crisps, who’d think it; a salty snack could save the world in small ways; solutions from re-thinking how crisps were packaged, no plastic, each compostable packet eco, logical, inside, taste, all natural, renewable energy supply, well grown ingredients from one locality blended…
Love All
Whatever’s happening in the world, in all our lives, whoever you are I feel the will to say I Wish You Peace!
#FreeForm Friday Round up and Prompt
Hello all, Below is the wonderful round-up of last week’s #FreeFormFriday prompt, exploring the art of free form and combined form. Many thanks to contributors. Apologies for being slightly delayed today, life overtook events. From now on I’ll be running this fortnightly. If you would like to join in I’d love to hear from…
Love & Hate
Hate; a verb, an abstract noun
That we may give our power,
Love; a verb, an abstract noun
That is hate’s funeral pyre.
In black and white
You may not see our battle scars,
but know this; we are not victims
we are this world’s warriors.
Just Accords
For the families
may past wrongs come to light,
may past wrongs stay past.
The Blooming
Transparent petals
Offer nectar to the wings,
Stalks direct the globe.
Heart
cardiology; ‘an abnormality of the functioning of the autonomic (involuntary) nervous system,’ another one; a condition common with my co-morbidities, nothing I’d not guessed we already do much of what they say I should, I laugh during the tests; “Don’t get up too fast,” he says smiling knowingly – as if I could, and we…
Broken Silence and Exit Lines — The 48%
“We have hurt each other,” they say, honesty ricocheting around the room to meet open, determined faces; paramilitary, prisoners, peace-builders, political leaders interspersed with lawyers, academics alert and armed with pens and inquisition. The untold stories unravel before me. via Broken Silence and Exit Lines — The 48%
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 