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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