I once said I thought distance was best.
I needed to think, to plan, to test.
My mind changed in no time.
I asked you to be mine,
Now history has archived the rest.
Tag: History
Grey Nation (Uncertainty)
I cannot see through the grey, through the fog,
Through the uncertainty, that fills the air, my heart.
I hear only muffled chaos and tremble.
I wrap a battered flag around me
And use it to wipe away the tears.
A few tears fall for me, more for others,
For a bloody history bound to repeat.
I cannot see through the grey, through the hate,
Through the lies from all sides, the indifference,
A dirty lens that distorts the view and trivializes the pain.
Battered like my flag, I am bruised and used as a pawn
To fan the flames and distract from their game, to manipulate
The fate of a nation.

– Written for Pix To Words Pic And A Word Challenge #63. Word and Photo prompts. Word was “grey.” Photo prompt by Patrick Jennings.
Thursday Doors 102016
Castillo de San Marcos is the oldest masonry fort in the continental U.S. and a National Monument. Learn more here.
– Norm 2.0’s Thursday Doors – October 13, 2016. Photo ©2016 Leara Morris-Clark.
A History Of Irrelevant Facts
Beneath the dark sky,
Nature reclaims ancient ruins.
This place is sacred.
Violent past rewritten,
Disguised with celebration.

– Written for YeahWrite.me fiction|poetry #275. First attempt at a Tanka. Prompt up sentence, “This place is sacred to someone.” Photo from Ancient Origins. To learn more about Taino Indians click here.