A Fresh Vision

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As the sun rises within us – our spirit awakens, and a poem

becomes alive, a fresh vision of words set to music,

a flooding of light

as we rub our eyes,

suddenly desperate

for a pen.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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Thoughts About the Left

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We are so divided, what do we tell our children, our grandchildren, when they are old enough? I think I will tell them this:

I would rather sit at an outdoor café, sipping some wine, or a bottle of water, talking and disagreeing I’m sure, maybe even arguing quietly, with a group of leftists.

We could break bread together, while slicing some cheese, or snacking on some peanuts and granola in a bowl.

I would rather have these discussions at the café, sipping and snacking, than to hear the horrific sounds of black boots marching with shouts of hate, looking for a war behind every tree. Yes, I really would.

At least that’s my opinion.

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies