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

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LIFE is Beautiful

"this little light of mine"

breaking through the clouds —

sunshine 

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

November 2014 Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge: Day 22

Release your grip on time, you cannot stall

Its flying hands, the movement always clock-

Wise, up and round they go, accept this fall

For what it is – a gift, the soft tick-tock

Of moments trickling down November trees

The whoosh of passing days scooped up by geese

And carried south, away, without a trace

Accept those clock hands and they will refrain

From their sole purpose, so they could embrace

And hold you for a heartbeat, then again

They will resume their constant sweeping flight

From dawn till dusk, from darkness back to light.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")

prompted by Poetic Asides

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