Monday, June 25, 2018

Our Season of Discontent




































Our Season of Discontent 

Do you, like me, feel their pain, empathize with the anguish felt by families fleeing tyranny, seeking  better futures, whose lives have been suddenly altered, upended, their destinies violently and undeservedly rearranged?
An intolerant administration willfully ignores traditional rules of law, robbing souls of their  hopes for fulfillment, interrupting their children's universe, toying with their innocent, already precarious lives. Our democracy has flailed over and over again, perhaps reached a peak in a growth spurt with the election of a black man as president in 2008. Now, it appears all gained is spiraling down the drain. Surely, when so many suffer, tis the season of our deepest discontent.

Last remnants of hate
Bleed from our democracy
Redemption awaits.

Monday, June 18, 2018

What I Know to be True

















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What I Know to be True



Chartreuse willows softly sway

    in my memories...
Summertime June's
    sunlit tapestries.
 
Shadows therein, hide
 life's harshest realities
 of inflicted pain.

Yet, straightforward oak's

   heart...
like a good Cabernet,
   offers comfort,
      absorbs sorrow via
   recycled rain.

Then it's true...when end 

   meets beginning...
      I'm with you.