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.

Broke

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news breaks

hearts break

bubbles break

necks break

levees break

spirits break

voices break

promises break

chains break

windows break

poses break

facades break

silence breaks

fevers break

habits break

barriers break

spells break

molds break

cycles break

fires break

clouds break

waves break

dawn breaks

— ava wood

 

hand. me. that.

Truth Hand

A word cloud composed from the poem Truth Be Told, holding imagery and verse that remind me and ground me in unsettling times

— VF

Sunny

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

VF photo collage

Wishing you peace on Independence Day!

Jolted

Poem, NPM Make-Up Day 2

It has come to my attention
with speed of lightning from above
thus compelled I am to mention
I must find another love.

— ava wood

Sandy beach photo

 

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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Truth of The Matter

IMG_2754Poem, Day 30

Today’s the last day of National Poetry Month, and I have a poem to share. But that’s not all! Like schools handle “snow days,” I’ll continue posting poetry during the first week of May to make up for the days I didn’t manage to post a poem. I estimate six or so make-up days.

This monthlong challenge that I set for myself has stretched and excited me. All and all, it’s been fun. I thrive from the pressure to highlight a poem with a new post by the end of each day.

I’m closing April with the poem that helped me break out of my shell as a poetry writer. Click the link for a short video version of “Truth Be Told,” a poem that opens my book Giving Back. — VF

A Month Full of Poetry

Poem, Day 28

Well, today’s post isn’t exactly a poem but rather a collage of lines from classic and contemporary poems. Each year, the Academy of American Poets commissions a poster in celebration of National Poetry Month. Below is the 2016 poster, which was designed by Debbie Millman.

 To read a selection of the poetry featured in this poster, click here to access the anthology of poster poems.

2016 poetry month poster

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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Day 26 and other days

Among the revelations of the weekend release of “Lemonade: A Visual Album by Beyoncé” is the poetry of Warsan Shire.

Today’s post for National Poetry Month features Warsan’s poems. In fact, the seven poems composing “warsan versus melancholy” cover today (Day 26) and also six of the 13 days this month when I failed to post a poem. Actually, a single one of her poems could sweep the entire month.

Listen.

Poems, Day 26 and other days

(h/t Michelle L)