Poetry for ChangeAs love grows from a foundation
Of beauty, my gaze is in contrition
For those who live devoid of love.
Leave, like, live, lively, longing to love …
As each child, man, and woman need a hive
To promote, programing all with reverence.
A need to bathe in the certitude of being
Cocooned and cherished for just existing.
With each caress, word, gaze, request,
You’re inundated with warmth that’s best
Given in daily doses, so as not to fall
Into depression that’ll turn you into a ball.
I came across this picture while trying to find out the location of Tonga since it has opened its borders to all refugees. What a humane act from an Island state! Hope others follow in their footsteps!
March is the cruelest month,
It teeters between ice and fall in cloth.
A wintry storm blows snow all day long,
The next, the sun peaks its head warm with a song.
The chirps, tweets, and warbles of the floks
Stuns with its humming personality that blocks
The rising warmth from becoming too hot.
The northern cardinal brightens our shores
All year long, while Blue Jay may scores
His flight onto our lands for a while and snores.
Enjoy the beauty of the cruelest month,
It’s variety, vascillatory nature, and the birth
Of life that it entails is vital to be conserved.
The summer sky’s shades are all vibrant, Going from baby blue to azure to royal blue
Changing on the whim of the weather that can’t
Decide which blue suits it utmost:
Dark and depressing, or cheery and frisky?
Mainly, all are moody and try you out for a test:
Of whether its moods become yours or do you heartily
Overcome the sky’s emotional breath?
Gazing dreamily into the sky’s constellations
On a summery night, fills your breast with
Wishes and desires that abound in intentions
Of freedom to roam among them, freeing your breath.
The Constellations’ Devine joy is in being constant,
True, and unwavering attestation to God’s will:
That surmises the need for unchanged candescent
Brilliance that brings hope and faith that spill from the quill.
Poetry for Change 