Yet Within Our Scars

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Lying and fear often make difficult lovers

and even worse neighbors,

preferring themselves instead

of another,

so we pull back

our tenderness don’t we?

At least until we feel safe again

we pretend not to care.

Yet within our scars

builds a determination

or something

vaguely seeming to be hope,

so we press forward again,

straight into the wind

and then

we go vote.

Note: Please remember to vote on November 6th. We need to each do our part to help stop the madness, and strife. 

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

The Crow Calls to Awaken Me

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The shadow of crow wings fall

on my shoulders

as a grasshopper takes off again,

from the tall grass,

a few more steps and the crow calls

as if to awaken me

looking up I realize

brother sun

is in both our eyes

filling us

with courage. 

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

The Rose of Sharon are So Beautiful

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As we pull onto the highway, she falls asleep again, head bobbing. I whisper, “Rest My Love, put your head back.”

She does fall asleep and I wonder, is this because she is awake at night, worrying? Or is it the treatment putting her to sleep?

Changing lanes, I do have a flash of fear, as I think of the magic marker and tape on and around her chest. So much has happened.

Somehow, and I don’t know how, a prayer is lifted up. It’s amazing how prayer is so easy to breathe in now.

As we pull into our neighborhood I whisper, “We’re home sweetheart….” She opens her eyes, and I notice how beautiful the Rose of Sharon are……this time of year.

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Note: Thank you to everyone for your positive thoughts and prayers! If you did not know, my wife is fighting cancer again, and we have begun using the first weapon…… in the arsenal.

    

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Even on Christmas Day

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In my state, the police have blue lights mostly

but they can mix the blue with red,

and the fire department uses only red

but they usually throw in

some white to be seen.

Thank God they are there 

true heroes of America

the men and women

working,

even on Christmas day. 

    

Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Image from unknown artist via google

So Many Words Spoken Over Us

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So many words spoken over us, at times unseen

as if they gently rested

on our shoulders, whispering

into our spirits, both

hawks and doves,

so that in our peace we can

pull down every particle of grey

and black smoke

drifting,

creeping in from our ruined history.

Until finally

there is enough glory

to write a poem,

pulled down

from the sky.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies