Cleaned so we don’t see
crooks, gaps, cracks, dirty deeds and
tangled nots and haves
ava wood
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Haiku to launch us into National Poetry Month 2020. We need poetry now as much as ever. Stay home, if you can, and most of all stay safe!
Poem, Day 1
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Hold me long enough
to melt this encrusted shell;
hard’s no state for hearts.
ava wood
Poem, Day 25
Anticipation
Bated-breath high, gift, curse, fate.
I see and can’t wait.
— ava wood
Sunrise by Diatra
Poem, Day 13
Poem, Day 2
March, fickle, left last night.
She blew a kiss and was gone.
I’ll love her still though — ava wood
(And ya know what that means…National Poetry Month is here :~)
Poem, Day 1
Sweet March has landed.
Winter is MIA and
spring is on the way!— ava wood
(I know National Poetry Month arrives in April but can’t help myself. Spring excites me.)
Shake off spring’s fever?
How, while blossoms burst aloud
with their arias.
— ava wood
Pretend unknowing
of the original sin
is the second one.
ava wood
The other day I visited one of the few slave-era cemeteries of African-descent people in Charlotte. Known as the McCoy Slave Cemetery, the site has about 25 plots that date back to the 1840s.
I, like that morning, was still and reverent in that place. This haiku came home with me that day.
— ava wood
When sun shines on me
rays from its stare melt my cares
and peace is present.
Wishing you peace on Independence Day!
valaida 