WHITE STARLIGHT

  White starlight, light and lucent, springs from the ailing earth, in quite corners of tended borders so fine and fair, fragility unfolding precious petals, perhaps to soften the edges of darker days that have set shadows upon so many sunsets. White starlight cradles beauty, a bold beacon blooming amid these burdens that bind us […]

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RED CARPET, day 24 of A Month with Yeats

  I’m running behind on Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats poetry challenge but better a tad tardy than a no-show. Yesterday’s inspirational quote was: ‘We know their dream; enough to know they dreamed and are dead; ‘ —W.B. Yeats ‘ My poem is called RED CARPET   We dream of what can be, not […]

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THE FIGHT THAT CAME BEFORE ME

  I am standing because others have fallen, I am carefree because others were brave, I am kissed because others were beaten, I am open because others were caged, I am integrated because others were segregated, I am enraged because others were electrocuted. I am vocal while others were silenced, I am loved while others […]

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WHITE STARLIGHT

  White starlight light and lucent springs from ailing earth in quite corners of tended borders so fine and fair, fragility unfolding precious petals perhaps to soften the edges of darker days that have set shadows upon so many sunsets White starlight cradles beauty, a bold beacon blooming amid these burdens that bind us To […]

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