Interlude

Day 23: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

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In winter’s forest room
light streams down
from eternity’s birth,
moss unfurls where
no sun alights,
vines yaw, rocks
linger in peace.

Noiselessness drums
a tattoo of suspension,
clemency, tolerance.

In the forest room
we rest to wonder,
breathe to embrace,
slumber our transfiguration.

Tilt

Day 20: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

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I worry about lone wolf cubs,
and mother bears in dens,
water flowing thick and oily,
and growling stomachs unfed.

I see my place,
my warmth,
my comfortable peace,
and I wonder who I am.

I wonder how I am to heal
this tilted world disjointed.