Long Enough

Hold me long enough

to melt this encrusted shell;

hard’s no state for hearts.

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 Poem, Day 25

Can’t Wait

Anticipation

Bated-breath high, gift, curse, fate.

I see and can’t wait.

ava wood

Dee sunset

Sunrise by Diatra

Poem, Day 13

Blue Sky

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

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.

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.

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!