of the original sin
is the second one.
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.
A word cloud composed from the poem Truth Be Told, holding imagery and verse that remind me and ground me in unsettling times
When sun shines on me
rays from its stare melt my cares
and peace is present.
Wishing you peace on Independence Day!
Poem, 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
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.