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.

Turn

Day 19: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

 

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The day I died,
a bereavement of sorts,
I found myself dismembered.

Through shattered
insignificances
scattered all round,
I foraged to recompose
the whole of me.

I learned to leave
behind depletion.
Breathe in singularity.

As shard by shard
myself rebuilt,
a peaceful horizon
unfurled.

We lose in pain,
but in the gain
we find ourselves
transfigured.

 

 

Solidarity

Day 18: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

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You gave me a wishing
stone from your great sea,
grey streaked with white
carved into lines across its face.

It took great patience to
become that constant stone,
a peace that escapes many.

It braved time,
now shows its bones
to make my wish upon.

May the patience of your creation
surround us in strength and surety.

May we know your pacific peace
and stay the course.

May we find one another as we
bare our bones in solidarity.

Simple

Day 17: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

shell

 

 

Only a half shell, creamy white
tinged with purple blush on one side,
a right fit for my palm.

A simple remembrance
of a powerful tide –
slow, steadily inching
its way to me.

Silently, I stand with
that peace of you in my palm.
Divine that I, too,
am a meager piece of you
held in your beloved palm.