Every Time I Cry #poetry #Uganda

 

I dot my eyes

 tears continue to fall

 smiles and sounds start to dim

their imprint lays on my heart

the beat of love calls within

 tho it hurts to say “goodbye”

 tomorrow’s hope is in my hand

I wiggle its fingers

I dot my eyes

  warmed by the setting  Ugandan sun

 

 

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You Are My Sunshine… #photography #nature

 

you know the song

sung long days ago

always warmed the heart

with season’s rays

This set in response to the prompt at Cee’s fun foto challenge – “You are my sunshine”

Join in the fun there’s always room for more!

They Call her Peace #poetry #photography

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A rose called Peace

In my hand I held her

a fragrance that grows faint

she dipped into the sunshine

we insulted her with paint

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In my hand I held her

not wanting to let her go

breezy calm like spring time

I wish they’d let her grow

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In my hand I held her

though she damaged by the storm

the reds of hate assailed her

hopes and dreams were dashed and torn

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In my hand I held her

she seems so out of reach

man  bent on world dominion

her name – they call her Peace

Kim’s prompt for Poet’s United / Verse First is Close to the Source. When I saw the little blossom on my rose bush (this am), I felt the need to write this for her. The bugs and deer rarely leave a bloom. The symbolism is strong for this little rose.

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