My two cents

The Slope We Slide Down

It's not enough to quote Micah 4:4.

It takes more than a phrase 

We seek harm to none

to erase the harm that is done— 

being done—in the name of justice.

Words don't cut it. It's a fact. It just is.

How can we hope for the Light

when we delight in staring at our own reflection

thinking, "It might not be perfection, but it's close,

and those—the others—if only they could be

like us – righteous..."? How can we see

we are about to fall

when all we care for is mirrors?

Careful – humans make errors.

When you set forth ill-equipped with pride,

watch your step – it's slippery outside.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

prompted by the inaugural poem

image: Pixabay

Ekphrastic Poetry: Old Trees

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Happy dance: a publication! 

Head over to The Ekphrastic Review to read my poem Old Trees

and see the beautiful photo that inspired it. Thank you, Mark Windham!

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

"Old & New" (Poem)

Old & New

When standing at the threshold of

The vastness of another year 

Wishing for happiness and love –

Would we not drop a single tear 

Upon the moments come and gone,

The promise that once brightly shone?

The vastness of another year  –

Chance x 365.

Would we not hold to what was dear—

For worse or better—in our lives

In 2020? Would we fail

At lifting the misfortune's veil?

Wishing for happiness and love,

Would—with a steady hand—we cast

Into the fire the treasure trove

Of love and happiness, the past 

"Cursed" year has brought us? Would we see

Nothing but dread and misery?

Would we not drop a single tear,

Would we not bid a kind farewell

To the unchartered surreal year

Humanity could not foretell?

Would we reject the gift, neglect

To pause and quietly reflect

Upon the moments come and gone,

The value, meaning of it all,

Uncertainty and fear, upon

The revelations, big and small, 

Our brokenness, our strength, the way,

The souvenirs of yesterday?

The promise that once brightly shone  –

Would we not let it shine anew

As we keep calm and carry on—

Rich with the old year, pulling through—

Pick ourselves up and turn the page,

As thankfulness takes center stage?

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

prompted by WD Trenta-Sei Poetic Form Challenge