The boy killed himself with a crossbow.
The family had removed all the guns from the house
But not that.
The family had removed all the guns from the house
But not that.
Red the lidded eye, the smoke-filled sky
the robin flailing under the bird netting
trapped for the red of a ripened berry.
At a gas station a man digs through the garbage can
with his bare hands. Windfall swirls over the broken asphalt.
His coat flaps in the wind.
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Enjoyed. Not so isolated, isolated, view.
So much sadness around us - some much work humanity has to do!
I love the way your words flow
Rajani,
Thank you.
Anthony,
Thanks!
Jemi,
Boy, isn't that the truth? I try not to be a pessimist but sometimes it's hard to find that silver lining. Thank you so much!!
Yvonne, this is deep, disturbing, beautifully composed. One fine piece of poetry.
Helen
You just made my evening. Thanks!
It captures desperation so perfectly. So many instances of suffering everywhere, on every level. You have written it in a way that speaks to the heart of compassion.
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