Ship Wreck | Nancy May
snow storm
we look for survivors
of the ship wreck
My paper umbrella
melted in the rain.
Pulp tears cascaded
to the ground.
I was a paper doll,
who rode an invisible train.
The tea set caught water.
The mud cookies crumbled.
Playtime was postponed until
another day.
The spirit of beauty
blossoms year ’round
As the spirit of love
shines down from above.
One crystal tear of joy
fills the aching heart
One delicate thought
gives imagination flight
One tender touch
causes the soul to sing
One sweet smile
shall be felt forever more.
Let all the oceans be
crystal tear drops
Let each thought be
a swallow in flight
Let one touch be
a thousand voices singing
Let one smile be
an eternal light.
So shared spirit will live on
in soft and tender hearts
in the tears of inspiration
and in the joy of
cherished friendship.
dedicated my nice Romanian friend Vasile
every morning
your name
is honey
on my lips
every afternoon
your name
is flower
on my lips
every night
your name
is beautiful melody
om my lips
You are
the most
beautiful thing,
in my life
A shadow on the side
just out of sight, do not
ignore it. Do not look past
the crouched figure, do not
ignore the voices that stream
past, refusing to do nothing
but listen to the thump
of the larger culture. Notice
those huddled beneath the
machine and pause to listen.
Just to listen. Now and then.
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synthetic diamond
alphabet revolution
permanent carte blanche
expressing all emotions
with the same worn out keyboard
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Let me not wear
the brass mask of oppression
or raise the rod of correction
to the weak and sincere.
Let me not dress
in cotton to cover a
course inner fabric.
Let me use words as
a freedom and not as
an expression of distance,
creating chasms
out of sentences and chaos
out of semantics.