Out of place,
But not race
Migrants in a makeshift encampment outside a Border Patrol station in McAllen, Tex., in May.
– Written for FBCWoo Poetry Group Prompt 3: List Poem. Write a poem that takes the form of a list. Photo from Loren Elliott/Reuters featured in the New York Times article, Squalid Conditions at Border Detention Centers, Government Report Finds.
“Mind your head,” they said, “or you may end up dead,” they said.
Cheerfully, I acknowledge the caution sign as it was just as they had said.
Funny, I still don’t mind my head; I say what I think instead and carry on my way without an ounce of dread.
– Written for Sonya’s (Only 100 Words) Three Line Tales: Week 230. Photo prompt by . WC 67.
K. Mitch Hodge
I weep for you –
A long lost friend,
Like a faded memory,
Of when we would play pretend –
A familiar street
Where I used to roam,
When my youth shielded me from your bitter truth
And the street lights led me home –
But with time my eyes were opened
And you did not look the same –
An empty ache still plagues me,
Something I cannot quite name –
It makes me weep –
The past that I was privileged to know,
An illusion that did not see the pain,
Just shades of perception, my ego –
Oh, America of my childhood, you shifty fellow,
You shady lady; I see you now in the shadows
Mocking me for my naiveté — and awareness —
Promising that I shall know no repose.
– USA Abstract by AK Rockefeller .
baby’s breath at dawn
rustles hair and newborn leaves
rouse in spring’s soft breeze
– Written for First Baptist Church Worcester Poetry Group 2020 Challenge #1 Haiku FBCWoo Poetry Group.
In Murfreesboro, TN – On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea’s Sunday Trees #416 – November 3, 2019. Photo ©2019 Leara Nicole Morris-Clark.
A murmur from the crowd —
Raging awful sound
Cold and bold, growing louder
Stoked by fear uncontrolled —
Shouts of doubters who were sold
Imperative truth among raucous
A still small voice still speaking veracity
To those who will listen
– Written for dVerse Quadrille #85, prompt was “voice.” WC 44.
twisted bare vines crawl
all around the weathered cross –
air whirrs with power
– Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #266. Word prompts were “Twisted” & “Cross” or synonyms of those.