Feeling comforted
By the sharp silver grasped close,
Finally able to sleep.
Daily Archives: Thursday, 15 March 2012
In the Eagle’s Lair
Sparrow year by year
Works to build a better world.
One day she just stops.
Mors, Mortis
When she tried it last
And asked for mom to visit,
Three long years went by.
Therapy
He told her that it’s
Like death when it happens.
She’d like to scream, can’t.
Unknown
Alone in her room
Determining the question:
Will she reach fifty?
Black Box
Wondering whether
And how and when and with what –
It doesn’t matter.
Not the Kingdom I
They also serve who
Work for peace, are forgotten
Since they do not kill.
Not the Kingdom II
Not that it matters
To you or anyone else,
But she served for years.
Not the Kingdom III
World without wisdom:
A dove bombed in shock and awe.
Feather floats away.
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