Day: November 26, 2020
Life Box – Quote of the day
Daily Haiku – Wed. November 25, 2020 – Poetry For Healing
Haiku The call of the wildi s nature begging us all to please save her life Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing
Source: Daily Haiku – Wed. November 25, 2020 – Poetry For Healing
Love when older
A heart-thread doesn’t end but whorls through time
the grey in your hair chills me like moonlight
memory can show us the way back anytime
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
A little taste of hell and thankfulness
Blinded By Comfort
Today on NPR I listened to a discussion that centered around Thanksgiving. The commentator said that back in 1970, the descendants of the Mayflower arrival in 1620. planned a 350 year celebration. It was to include that first year, when they were said to have celebrated the first Thanksgiving in America, along with the local Native Americans.
A descendant of the Indian tribe, Wampanoag leaderWamsutta, was asked to speak at the ceremony. They asked that he give them a copy of his speech prior to giving it. When they read his speech, they said he could not say what he had written about the following atrocities and massacres that occurred years later. He refused to edit his speech to a more positive tone and instead, with the help of the tribes of New England, started a National Day of Mourning for Native Americans, that continues to this day, on…
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When I See Your Heart – Rose Girl’s World
When I look at a picture of you as a child and see the purity, the playfulness the innocent smile and the twinkle in your eyes I realise that this image of innocence of the true you, I always see w…
incommunicado
ambient
temperature rising
incommunicado
like leaves in the breeze
random as the sunrise
consistent as the sunrise
so we tell
ourselves
to feel at ease
nothing matters more
than our feelings
fact bulldozes reality
and is reality
and all that is left
after the fact
are our feelings
show me
and I will tell
what dreams
may remain
beyond reality
wait
two lives run
in parallel lines
never crossing
never intersecting
our lines run
miles apart
never knowing
never touching
two lives
two lines
always separate
always parallel
parallel lines
meet at the
horizon I’ll be
there waiting
i drink your ocean
I part your red seas
like so much emotion
I drink from the fountain
of the lord
alone
I drink
from your ocean
I think
I could drown
I could take
I could taste
your ocean on my lips
I think
I could drown
I could make
your ocean my own
The Reluctant Poet 