Friday, September 13, 2013

Three lines, Nine poems

strong hands holding her
flying above daddy's head
pure joy in her smile

a hectic day
but now I return to you
find peace in your touch

sound of the ocean
from an iphone in her crib
she sleeps deeply

harsh sound of machines
splits the peaceful morning air
i miss the birdsong

nonsense of the world
falls away before the truth
or so they tell us

lack of compassion
cripples the understanding
separates people

my bow draws sound
fingers on the violin
music in my ear

we demand answers
without first asking ourselves
if we deserve them

the oppressive sun
sends crushing heat to earth
bodies melting

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