Powerlessness Poems
The power of hope
by Ravi Hultin
Stick's and stones may break my bones,
But it's the words that make me cry
Will things get better?
Is hope the stick's and stones,
Or the words that make my cry
Imprint
by Fiona Gillman
Blown about as leaves from some forgotten plant;
Lives lived between gusts.
Cast as seeds beneath shadows of finely-tended orchids
From whose chiffon petals dewdrops slip.
At times such seeds burst into stunning, sturdy green things;
Tendrils winding, tender offshoots issuing forth thorns of portent;
Where spires of amsonia, petunia, and strelitzia there burgeoned,
It yielded a final bouquet.
For Shylah G. Anderson and Fred D. Bax
......
Unforgotten
by Fiona Gillman
Blown about as leaves from some forgotten plant;
Lives lived between gusts.
Cast as seeds beneath shadows of finely-tended orchids
From whose chiffon petals dewdrops slip.
At times such seeds burst into stunning, sturdy green things;
Tendrils winding, tender offshoots issuing forth thorns of portent;
Where spires of amsonia, petunia, and strelitzia there burgeoned,
It yielded a final bouquet.
For Shylah G. Anderson and Fred Bax
......
Halfsister
by Benjamin Gonzalez
She opens the door
I smell ash trays and cat food
Not looking at me she swings her arm inside
‘It’s been so long’, she says. I stay
A silhouette before the green-tiled staircase
Around my legs
A cat which greets me with a gentle brush
Both sitting at the kitchen table
We gauge each others hands, hers trembling
......
Power- less
by Lukman Abdulwasiu
The feeling is sickening
What else can you do
No control whatsoever
It keep trampling one muscle
Numbness sets in
Pain spasming its course
A killing pain yet death stands aloof
Grueling suffering pounces on the heart
Wishes for death remains unheard
Oh why ?
......
Power- less
by Lukman Abdulwasiu
The feeling is sickening
What else can you do
No control whatsoever
It keep trampling one muscle
Numbness sets in
Pain spasming its course
A killing pain yet death stands aloof
Grueling suffering pounces on the heart
Wishes for death remains unheard
Oh why ?
......
The power of hope
by Ravi Hultin
Stick's and stones may break my bones,
But it's the words that make me cry
Will things get better?
Is hope the stick's and stones,
Or the words that make my cry
Halfsister
by Benjamin Gonzalez
She opens the door
I smell ash trays and cat food
Not looking at me she swings her arm inside
‘It’s been so long’, she says. I stay
A silhouette before the green-tiled staircase
Around my legs
A cat which greets me with a gentle brush
Both sitting at the kitchen table
We gauge each others hands, hers trembling
......
Unforgotten
by Fiona Gillman
Blown about as leaves from some forgotten plant;
Lives lived between gusts.
Cast as seeds beneath shadows of finely-tended orchids
From whose chiffon petals dewdrops slip.
At times such seeds burst into stunning, sturdy green things;
Tendrils winding, tender offshoots issuing forth thorns of portent;
Where spires of amsonia, petunia, and strelitzia there burgeoned,
It yielded a final bouquet.
For Shylah G. Anderson and Fred Bax
......
Imprint
by Fiona Gillman
Blown about as leaves from some forgotten plant;
Lives lived between gusts.
Cast as seeds beneath shadows of finely-tended orchids
From whose chiffon petals dewdrops slip.
At times such seeds burst into stunning, sturdy green things;
Tendrils winding, tender offshoots issuing forth thorns of portent;
Where spires of amsonia, petunia, and strelitzia there burgeoned,
It yielded a final bouquet.
For Shylah G. Anderson and Fred D. Bax
......
