Poetry Project 2017: 9/20

Headlines: Large earthquake hits Mexico City, numerous feared dead. Trump makes his first address to the U.N., talks about destroying North Korea. Reduced to rubble Natural disaster or man made In an instant. How many dead or injured? Worst in years. Who's to blame? A lack of foresight? A nation in mourning. Was the response...

Poem from St.Catharines

One moment all pink and flowers, the next, blood and bones. She jumped off the overpass.   Floating above in the blazing blue sky, then sucked below into the noise and traffic. She was always like that.   Holding 2 possibilities - Delightful contrasts. The only true things.   Always beautiful on the outside, ugly...

Poetry Project 2017: Day 184

Softly singing the crickets tells us it's time to harvest. Time to reap, time to enjoy the bounty. Oh, how lucky we are! Safe and secure, able to sleep soundly to the serenade of the crickets under the bright harvest moon. Surrounded by beauty, we live in bliss. Comforts of all kinds are at our...