I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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9 April 2014

Peace Is

The fed infant falling asleep
In the crook of your cradling arm.

The cat beside you on the bed,
purring all night long.

As you meditate in your back yard,
songs of small birds in the trees.

The face of a beloved friend
smiling to see you again.

Standing under a warm shower
as the water runs over your shoulders.

Arriving home on a cold night,
coming in and closing the door.


April PAD Challenge 2014, day 8: Two for Tuesday — violent poem / peaceful poem. And this, of course, is the peaceful one.

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