unfair

 

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photo by Daniem Derouene

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you think I don’t see you
watching my every move
ready to cry foul at

the slightest beat of my heart
but I can read your soul
in the flash of your eyes

I’m not the one who
doesn’t play fair

~~~~

Mag 309

color coordinated

 

I tried to color coordinate
this poem with the weather
I wrote pale pink sunrise words
I wrote white cloudy words
that blew across the page
and sunny yellow words
that sparkled like gems
when the sun hid I wrote
gray rainy words that fell
in puddles at my feet
I wrote red sky at night
words until black
covered the page
I tried to color coordinate
this poem with the weather
but it’s Spring
and nature couldn’t decide
which color to wear today

humble hope

Poetics: Poetry Is For The Birds
d’Verse Poets
~
the congregation sits in silence
humble prayers take flight as
wisps of smoke
bouquets of daffodils adorned
with skeins of ribbon
the only light amid the
tidings of unkindness
there is no ostentatious orator

with brooding words of deceit
only murmurations of hope
for peace