Uganda Montage #atozchallenge #Acholi #Uganda

Pop the bubble

passages of time

stop on the Nile

heart memories rewind

not much more can be said about this beautiful place and the people we love!

Thank you to A to Z challenge for giving the opportunity to share about Uganda and the Acholi people.

Childhood Memories #atozchallenge

paint palette

color in the memories

painful black and white

 reality is so cold

mix the paint

makes it right

swirl acrylic

round and round

covers the hurt

helps lost to be found

color in the memories

no more black and white

cover the memories

it’ll be alright

***

I’ve worked with enough children who were abused, thrown away, tormented to candy coat pain. Children have an amazing resilience to pain perhaps it’s the imagination that can erase awful memories. Just think how wonderful those imaginations are without pain.

M

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The Gift of the Crumpled Flower #poetry #photography

 

lone daisy

“a flower was offered to me…” *

crumpled, once wild and free

the little one that gave it

an orphan was he

I looked in his eyes

a clear blooming love

I gathered some stars

and joy from above

 brief mere moments

were all that we had

but flowers are like that

petals in our hands

***

Memories like flowers

spring fragrance on winter’s winds

petals on a page

 

framed hand with flower

Some poems write themselves. This came as I remembered a precious orphan who gave me a flower because I had smiled and spoke to him (in very poor Russian). This    week’s prompt from Poets United – begin our poem with ” A flower was offered me”

(* William Blake)

No Arms to Hold Her #suicide #poetry

Captive in the frame

Captive in the frame

She died again today

for the thirty-fifth time

my heart relives the day

it’s frozen in my mind

No one listened to her cries

not the ones a difference makes

we were still just silly kids

this fiend her spirit did break

who excuses such an act

laugh and look the other way

family guilty all

it was no three act play

others I believe

were broken by this man

girls all were they

when did decency forget to stand?

too late for my dear friend

ropes easy knots to tie

no expression til the last

hide the truth, yes tell your lies

She died again today

for the thirty-fifth time

my heart relives the day

it’s frozen in my mind

 

Sharing this with Poetry Pantry at Poets United. This poem is a part two to my poem written earlier this week about rape and abused women.

Plum Memory #tanrenga

plum fllowers

a child’s memory

sweet is her pink fruit smile

leg, hands and limbs (mdw)


where the waters flow afar
the village glows with sweet plum flowers
       (Anonymous)

 

The Tan Renga challenge (from Kristjaan Panneman) is to build a haiku off the two lined stanza. A great challenge as we usually build off the body of a poem in a Tan Renga – join us.

 

The photo was part of the Tan Renga prompt.

Memory of a Child #poetry #parenting

But I smiled yes I smiled

at the thought of your little hand in mine

we walked on rugged terrain

lots of ups and downs and arounds

you grew yes you grew

I turned one full rotation

and your were grown yes on your own

so many memories trapped in my heart

questions of a child wove through my mind

like glistening ripples in colored water

and I smile yes I smile

merry go round ride

To each of you who have loved or parented a child this poem is for you. For without these smiling children our world would have little hope for a warm future.