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A Song in the Storm
A small, clear voice sang out
amid the storm of men at war –
a movie song, a moving song.
A call to peaceful action, a voice
to calm the fears of children everywhere.
A song that children sing from homes,
and schools – from street corners and bunkers.
A voice heard by nations and people
unlike her own, yet understood by all.
A child with the wisdom that children possess,
a wisdom that is lost in the foolishness of growing up
Poetics: Bold Tributes
“The five kings count the dead but do not soften
The crusted wound nor pat the brow;”
⁃ Dylan Thomas
from, ‘The Hand That Signed the Paper Felled a City’
No Longer Kings
When I asked about ‘the five kings’ they said
‘count the dead’ and then come back
so, I go quietly out ‘but do not’ look for
dead to count, instead I find a way to ‘soften
the crusted wound’ upon this fragile land
a song to sing to bless the ones who sacrifice
a word to mend the tear dividing brothers
not just to sooth the flame ‘nor pat the brow’
but open eyes and hearts and minds
a prayer that kings will leave their thrones
and we no longer need to count our dead
Out of Standard: Multiple Choice
It’s time for some Multiple Choice in the Garden
–
Choices
You brought me a star
Shall I wish upon it
Or fling it back into the night
You brought me a song
Shall I sing it back to you
Or muffle the melody
You brought me a poem
Shall I recite it aloud
Or let it sit on the shelf
You brought me your heart
I will hold it tenderly
Next to mine
the mocking bird sings
in imitation only
where is her own song
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