Perfect purity is putty, muddy Endlessly being turned into war Anchoring evil doers in thrones of power Carnivorous in their cruelty, heinous Evil activity that needs to be repudiated Far into a cave to emprison them so the Umbrella of peaceful camaraderie that Lent humanity a community of unity.
In the depth of autumn’s fury, The day has a ritulant glow Encasing her gold tresses in a halo Of light As she holds her pen, poised, to carry
Her vision of a world filled with cheer, Shimmering over the river’s shore, Accepting her peaceful humanity where fear Is a forgotten feeling that seeps through pore
Flooding away its trauma, building New communities, integrated with purpose As she watches addictions evaporating And discipline, righteousness are the cause
Held dear to all. She keeps her pen Over the paper, wishing, wishing That life as she knows it dissipates into a hen- House, encasing all the negativity and fishing
Out the best of optimism’s cry That resonates into souls needing to fight.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.