Birth Month

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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.)

the second one

Pretend unknowing

of the original sin

is the second one.

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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.

Sunny

When sun shines on me
rays from its stare melt my cares
and peace is present.

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Wishing you peace on Independence Day!

Hard Learned

Poem, NPM Make-Day 1

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Hard learned yet simple:

Live and give unsparingly,

head, heart, hands and soul.

— ava wood

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The Diamond Days

Poem, Day 27

Blinding diamond days 

do come once the world’s weight wanes—

cleansed, altered, wondrous

— ava wood

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Between Them

I am through with him.

At least that’s what I told him.

Truth…lies…between them.

                                         — ava wood

Poem, Day 24

Haiku again, in the nick of time, just before midnight. I have numerous make-up days for the April days that I missed.  I’ll catch up in time. — VF