Words and Peace

A poem

Words and Peace

Photo by Patrick Tomasso on Unsplash

Some days
turmoil is reflected
in the first
blink of an eye
and in all
that is seen
from that first
waking moment
to a final
blink into escape.

Some weight
lashed
to her back
many lives ago
a foreign expectation
she could feel
that now
holds hands
fingers intertwined
with her heart.

Some work
nobly designed
a decade
of striving
turning the tide
of destruction
generations before
handled so blindly
now the tide
above your head.

Some belief
forged
through other’s words
and unexamined observation
that he held control
to build
the world
effortlessly into
his pristine
protected city.

Some place
of unobtainable rest
I shut my eyes 
toward blue sky
and deep water
breeze always blowing
and aggrieved
to find
my entire self
here as well.

Some pain
from time past
emerges
in their dreams
to live again
their present
as real
as abandonment
this night
twenty years prior.

Some thought
a carousel that
turns her stomach
and dizzies
every intention
of pure connection
with her lover
sitting lonely
on the park bench
beside her.

Some days
in the first blink 
all is seen.

Some feel
intertwined
with heart.

Some designed
the tide
generations before.

Some belief 
held the world
effortlessly.

Some place
of rest
always here.

Some 
live 
again.

Some pure 
connection.

A peace
that we
are part of.

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Thank you for reading! If you are so inclined, leave a comment about what strikes you, speaks to you, or stirs in you while you read. I look forward to whatever dialogue may happen here, and in just a few days I will be following this poem up with a reflection on how this poem emerged into being.

Brian

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