The afternoon is sunny,
light falls warm
The breeze through the
car window full of lilacs
Soft air caresses your bare
arms. Everything is a hazy
green.
Nothing in the day speaks
of grief, but its there on
the news.
This should be a universe
of promise, of expectation.
The death of innocent lives,
feels so out of time with the
sky’s forget me not hue.
You think about rolling the car windows up,
shutting out the blossoming world.
letting winter settle in
Fear unpacking its suitcase
in your mind.
Consumed with rage over
black hearts and evil ways.
Terrorists stealing
what should be preserved
Their shrapnel of devastation,
an infinity of darkness
littering the ground
My hate is bigger
than your hate
You fight the urge to give in
to give up.
The world is breakable, but
your spirit is not.
We are all here trying to find
our balance on this broken
wheel.
Your heart constricts in a
fist of humanity.
Love pours out, gold as honey.
A living lightbulb goes off,
illuminating the transparent
glass of intimidation.
Hope waits beyond despair
You note how the heavens
embrace the sky.
The blue so deep, so thick
You could dive into it
You could swim in it
until you reach the other side-
Thank you for this beautiful poem, and God bless humanity. xx
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Love xo
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Really like the last stanza, in particular. Strong writing.
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Thank you!
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Love the words and the image!
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Thank you. Hope you’re having a lovely day
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🙂
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“We are all here trying to find our balance on this broken wheel.” – Those are the words that will stick with me for awhile. That’s where I am “at” these days and I think a lot of other people feel the same way. Have a great day Tosha!
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Yes, it’s becoming harder not to fall off. Thank you for the comment. I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving
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Same here…those were the lines that really resonated with me….
finding balance in this insane world is no easy feat!
as always, Tosha, great writing giving me much food for thought 🙂
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Thank you. Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving.
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This is an eye opener to everyone. How a world distorted passes us by. ANd we might not want to see.
dark clouds rising
thick as tar
the smell of burning flesh
burning after bombed
we look the other way
into the sun
and colour dot
the perfect skies.
Really beautiful we try but today is the day we can change.
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I hope so!
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I am sure it did if not we keep trying ourselves. Until our army for change grows at least one.
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Site looks great, thanks Tosha =D
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You’re welcome 😉
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“Hope waits beyond despair”. There’s always hope. Beautiful words, Tosha. Love.
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Thank you. Happy Thanksgiving. Love ya
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Happy Thanksgiving to you, too, Tosha. I’m so thankful for your friendship.
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Likewise 😉
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The voice of an angel, Tosha. (((Hugs)))
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Hugs xo
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This speaks to what a lot of folks bury,
which is a social conscience.
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Simply loved it….so beautiful!
Have a nice day!
~Arcane Owl
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Thank you.
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I will dive into it, and I will swim in it. Thanks
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Yes!
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Excellent. As ever. Happy Thanksgiving 🙂
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Thanks. Hope you’re having a good day. xo
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Beautiful words about a tragic deed. Heartbroken that day, to be sure…but I’m like you..forever looking to humanity’s good side. Monster exist, but not in equal number to angels.
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