Leara writes and other creative things…
Portfolio including poetry and flash fiction from micro fiction to short stories and a bit of photography thrown in for good measure.
Trauma is etched in bone—
A white-hot brand pressed into soft tissue—
Eviscerated souls swirl like New Year’s confetti in the chilly winter breeze,
Lost—
A rising flood, disorienting—
Home, unrecognizable—
It’s not my trauma,
But it is, and it will be,
And my children’s, and their children’s as well—
Etched in bone, branded in soul—
Shredded hearts remember even when we have forgotten—
But not race
Alien:
Foreign
Different
Unusual
Strange
Out of place,
But not race
Or ethnicity–
This place
My home
Now unknown
Hatred sowed
Divided
Despair
Unfair
Unrecognizable:
Alien–
– Written for FBCWoo Poetry Group Prompt 3: List Poem. Write a poem that takes the form of a list. Photo from Loren Elliott/Reuters featured in the New York Times article, Squalid Conditions at Border Detention Centers, Government Report Finds.
I weep for you –
A long lost friend,
Like a faded memory,
Of when we would play pretend –
A familiar street
Where I used to roam,
When my youth shielded me from your bitter truth
And the street lights led me home –
But with time my eyes were opened
And you did not look the same –
An empty ache still plagues me,
Something I cannot quite name –
It makes me weep –
The past that I was privileged to know,
An illusion that did not see the pain,
Just shades of perception, my ego –
Oh, America of my childhood, you shifty fellow,
You shady lady; I see you now in the shadows
Mocking me for my naiveté — and awareness —
Promising that I shall know no repose.
– USA Abstract by AK Rockefeller .
Leara writes and other creative things... 