Month: December 2022

Future Days

how much darker will the days grow,
when might we find the dawn
of a new beginning;
hope is a gossamer thread
and our hands are blunt instruments,
clinging in desperation,
we beg a sign,
for the light we see
is a confusion of potentialities,
and we hunger for substance -
it can't all come from within -
something to reward our faith,
that better days lie ahead
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Cry, The Beloved Country

on a warm day
the pleasure of the sun
drew my eye from book to sky -
blue and endless,
it stretched the length of my dreams -

in that moment
I understood I was small,

still I felt full to bursting
with the life thumping inside me
from the strong emotions
built up by the beautiful book
in my lap -

a small plane cut a puffy gray trail
across the blue canvas above,
"man built that", I thought,

so there must be hope for this world
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Apology

sometimes I stop seeing,
I miss you;
I stretch out with my eyes,
neglecting my mind,
ignoring my heart;

I lose sight of your demons -
your drivers and insecurities -
the whips they thrash at your back

I fall for your mask,
forgetting your better angels -
the face you hide from the world;

I forget to look beneath,
to see that light -
that beauty -
in your soul;

in my weakest moments,
I forget to see you
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