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Category: Peace Poetry 2021

Blue Sky

When I open the door 
the warm air
surprises me.

Blue, blue sky, sun
bright, I walk 
poems to the
mailbox.
Posted on March 7, 2021March 7, 2021Categories Peace Poetry 20211 Comment on Blue Sky

Skating

It’s always new and always the 
same. After awhile 
you can sort of 
skate over the pain like 
it was ice.
Posted on March 6, 2021March 6, 2021Categories Peace Poetry 20211 Comment on Skating

Sunrise

This morning I woke
in time to
see the blood rose sunrise
and my breath in the
cold air.
Posted on March 5, 2021February 4, 2021Categories February Peace Poetry, Peace Poetry 2021Leave a comment on Sunrise

Memories of My Mother

Sometimes a laugh or a piece of
music that played us to sleep, 
the reflection of my mouth in that same 
disapproving line.
Posted on March 4, 2021March 5, 2021Categories Peace Poetry 2021Leave a comment on Memories of My Mother

Tuesday Morning

A soft breeze whirls a few leaves around.
Over the house , the bare grey branches sway.
Wisps of clouds blow across the blue
blue sky, racing me to the mailbox.

The sun is warm,
the air cool as I walk down
to the mailbox to post a
poem.
Posted on March 3, 2021February 2, 2021Categories February Peace Poetry, Peace Poetry 2021Leave a comment on Tuesday Morning

Heart

Bare branches 
outside
my widow make
a heart.

Posted on March 1, 2021January 26, 2021Categories Peace Poetry 20212 Comments on Heart
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