We must remember their pain
Let not unease make
Discussing, recognizing “Genocide,”
in it’s various forms,
A topic too tough to taste,
It is in our history,
It is in our blood,
It is in our now,
The stories,
The memories,
The fears,
The politics,
Of a present world,
That we now shape,
It is our duty to make right,
As much as we can,
And to be the seraphim,
Watching over,
To keep a new pain
From beginning again
Tag: Poetry
Truly Enough
You are not perfect,
But you are truly enough,
Your story will tell
Painted Skies
Then, our wish granted!
A day blue with painted skies,
Meant to wander out
Into the natural world,
To find peace again.
The birds will wonder
Why the strange ones will find awe
In land always there,
Simply since their hide is warm,
And no wetness falls from sky.
Feathers & Twigs
Did the fish emerge
from the sea, and discover
feathers and twigs, and
make from them pens and brushes,
and marvel in art like me?
Clouds
Clouds please part the sky
Let the stars come out to shine
For my darling love
Unnecessary
The warmth grows between rain showers,
But the foggy nights are easing,
And I see the stars against a blue-grey sky
Not as vibrant as against the pitch black of deeper night,
But this is the way it was back then
And the air is electric with thought
Like back then,
And words paint pictures
Like back then
And those words I can’t speak,
I try to capture with other creativity,
But I hold back still,
As much as I can,
But in another life
Another world
Words will flow free,
And yet for us
still remain
unnecessary
She of Letters 