Peace – Page 2

September 24, 2016September 2, 2017

Many Colored Patterns

There is always hope peace will come
if not encompassed in the living
most certainly not in the dying
but in increments of moving forward

Making changes interacting with others
knowing that even in differences
we are all connected in commonalities

That loving & laughing in twilight hours
should be brought into the light of day
broaching imagined fears & realizing
that others may have the same fears

That birdsong & music must be heard
over the sound of bullets piercing us
to hear the poets words stitched into lines

That the birth of all natures creatures
the wail of a newborn’s crying demands
is the crescendo beckoning to humanity
to see life as the ultimate gift

That life is not as simple as a color
& more complex than lifestyles lived
that defects & handicaps are beautiful

That the poets stitched lines a stanza
of many patterns woven into many colors
of all life with powerful voices to hear
there is always hope peace will come

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

many-colors

There has been yet another mall shooting here in Washington State killing lives that most hold dear. Please see others’ writing for 100TPC that is holding a virtual event today at https://intothebardo.wordpress.com/2016/09/23/100tpc-2016/

September 29, 2013September 29, 2013

I Considered Myself

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I consider myself to be
a peaceful person
living in a place
not fraught with war
void of detonating bombs
fragments of life gone

I consider myself but
to no avail
for the rumbling of war
has never been far
as off in the distance
on foreign soils
it creeps very close
to my own back door

I considered myself to be
living my life apart
even during Viet Nam years
seen on broadcast news
of death and others tears
of something I was
unable to touch

I considered myself & then
my son joined in the ranks
of men and women called
to fight in a war fueled
by the inner turmoil
of a people distant
and out of sight

I considered myself to be
untouched by the carnage
the destruction of
people unknown to me
whose lives were
never mentioned

I considered myself & then
you came home & you
seemed different
for you brought the
memories with you
that now touch my life
to forever affect it
with war

I have known many who became soldiers. My own father and his brothers fought in World War II, my brother was in service during Viet Nam but did not see battle. But when my own son went to the Middle East, even though he was fortunate enough not to have had to be in a battle, he saw enough of the aftermath, that it has affected his life in ways I will never be able to understand. For most soldiers do not speak of what they have seen and heard but these things, I know, cannot be erased from memory.

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December 29, 2011

Heart Shadows

Trepidation follows my
heart to cling to me
as a shadow
following me
always close
tugging at my sleeve
with whispered angst
urging me to worry
plying my thoughts
with tumultuous yearning
to follow a path
leading nowhere
but to the
depths of despair but
I cannot as I
turn my head
sever the chain
that binds me and
walk away for only
letting go
gives me the freedom
that I seek
that gives me peace