In A Poison Tree, anger begins like a spark.A small flame inside the heart.Spoken truth makes it fade away.Silence makes it dark and deep. I told my friend my hidden pain.The storm passed quickly and gently.Peace returned like morning light.…
In “A New National Anthem” by Ada Limón, I hear a softer cry.Not rockets in the sky,but a trembling human voice. “A New National Anthem” is not about war,it is about breath and belonging,about hands reaching in the dark. No…
Down by quiet paths of memoryLove once stood close to meYouth breathed without fear Down By The Salley GardensSoft feet touched the earthTime felt gentle and slow She spoke with a calm heartLove should grow like leavesPatient, natural, free But…
I have died before,and still I stand again.Ash on my skin,fire in my breath. They watched me fall,counting my broken bones,waiting for silence. But silence never kept me,the grave could not hold me,I returned with open eyes. Lady Lazarus rises…
A small spider stands alone,Silent on the edge of the world,Patient in the empty air. It throws thin threads of hope,Into the vast and vacant space,Waiting for something to hold. Filament after filament it releases,Never tired, never afraid,Trusting the unseen…
The gray veil walks in quietlylike a soft-footed cat It watches the harbor breathethe city holding its lightswaiting without a sound The haze rests for a momentcalm on the edge of timeseeing without judging The mist slips awayleaving silence behindteaching…
The sun leans low on a quiet seaA final light calls softly homeMy heart listens without fear The tide moves slow, without a soundNo angry waves, no restless foamLife loosens its gentle holdAnd lets me drift beyond the shore This…
We are clouds before the midnight moon,We shine, we shake, we drift too fast,A moment bright, then gone at last. Like broken lyres in restless air,Our strings reply to every storm,No single sound is ever warm. A dream can poison…
I celebrate myself, and sing myself.I stand in my own skin without fear.Every atom in me belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul.I rest on the grass and breathe the summer air.I feel the sun rise inside my…
I wake with quiet eyesAnd let the morning enter slowlyIn The Waking I find my breath Life moves like a soft riverIt does not shout its truthIt whispers through the soulAnd asks me to listen I learn by walking forwardBy…
In Sympathy by Paul Laurence Dunbar, I hear a cry,A soft voice rising from a broken sky,A caged bird trembling behind cold bars,Dreaming of sunlight and distant stars. The hills are bright with golden light,The river flows gentle and clear…
He was once a shining nameA rider of the open skyA hero in the dust and lightBuffalo Bill’s lived like a legend He rode a silver stallionSwift as a river of windCrowds watched in wonder He shot the pigeons fastOne…
