The Words I’ve Been Carrying

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I turn towards the light, spinning some words, singing a phrase

expecting the revelation, instead water falls on me

but I am cleansed mostly

fig leaves never hiding me

or the words I’ve been carrying for so long,

waiting to write. So I begin again….

We all have a story.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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Earth Day 2019

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And the sins of the fathers are being visited on us their children,

while the Earth continues to be ripped and torn,

I can’t help but think of the people lost,

swept away by storms,

from the changes in our air,

as dark clouds still gather

while ignorant bullies hide

their head in the sand,

lacking even a speck

of empathy.

How many more people

will be lost?

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies