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.
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.
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.
Living and waiting to live
Songs of mourning and lullabies
Life as it were and as it will be
Tears for the loss and baby cries
A cycle that ends
And begins again with no surprise
Twilight and morning sunrise
An ultrasound and looking into my newborn baby’s eyes
– Written for dVerse Poetics, prompt was “limbo.” I also implemented the Form for All 55 word challenge. WC 55. Photos are of my daughter. She was born 1lb. and 10oz. at 27 weeks. She is now 6 months old (3 months adjusted) and 11lbs. 7.5oz.
wind plucked branches played
a symphony of springtime
– Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #251. Word prompts were “plucked” & “played” or synonyms of those. Image by Lolame from Pixabay.