the world is in our hands
is it not a gift?
a blank sheet
to compose symphonies
of grace,
one cosmic chorus
born of our own untainted hearts?
let us not be mute
but join in songs of light
when evil seeps
through cracks
A quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub.
De has given us the word “crack” to incorporate into our 44 word poems. Join us!
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merely freckles we are
from the moon’s point of view
with a one-eyed squint
her telescope drawn
pondering our purpose
where we went wrong
does she feel the love drift
from the earth to the sky
resisting the hatred
does it make her cry?
A quadrille poem of 44 words, including the word “freckle”.
Join in the fun at dVerse Poets Pub where I am pleased to be your host.
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Hearts of gold
Are fewer still it seems
This world, so wired for techno garb
Dulling minds with faceless friends
Leaving us searching for souls
On tangled webs that weave
Between truth and trickery 
Hearts of gold
Are all around us
Rebooting dreams of reality
Reaching out blindly
For other fingers too busy texting tales
That never would leave lips
mishunderstood 