Watch Hands Up

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Watch, hands up!

Darkest midnight descends

upon my kin and each American.

This pall befalls all our brethren.

An unprecedented presidency ends,

while a bigoted braggart divides and ascends.

A momentous new and proud museum,

yet streets exhibit dead Black men.

Some feign unknowing of the pilgrims’ sin

then deign to say our unforgetting offends.

Lies tease. Justice teeters. Truth dawns and upends.

Stand your moral ground trusting how the arc bends. 

— ava wood

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

 

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!

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

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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

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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