Rainy day ripples into
green covered brooks.
Erasure poems weave
a dark feathered tale.
A dead ibis cries
her last story path
–crossing a road
–danger retraced.
Rainy day ripples
her life erased.
(c) June Perkins.
Poetry is My Every Way
Rainy day ripples into
green covered brooks.
Erasure poems weave
a dark feathered tale.
A dead ibis cries
her last story path
–crossing a road
–danger retraced.
Rainy day ripples
her life erased.
(c) June Perkins.
Dedicated to all those
who visited my facebook wall this week
I choose love, not hate
I hear Martin Luther King knocking at the door
I choose poetry, deny so called fate
and hear so many poets begin to roar
Maya Angelou says be the rainbow
in the clouds
I will forgive but still call for injustice to end
Mahatma Ghandi shows people how to resist
with non violence so –
I wage peace not war
I don’t wait for it to come knocking at the door
I read Abdul-Baha’s Paris Talks
and think of when he brings Louis Gregory to the table
in the United States
I choose for my children
more than debate
I dream we walk through unity’s gate.
June
My family in the seventies
I spent this week having discussions in my facebook space about racism and prejudice and what we can do about it.
It…
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Orange autumn eats the artist
her memories kiss
the fault lines of
the path.
(c) Image and words June Perkins
Peace, like Giant Saguaro Cactus,
Took fifty years before flowering hope
Just night and green morning
Over quickly
Then flowers came out again
Again out came flowers then
Quickly over morning green and night
Just hope flowering before years fifty
Took cactus Saguaro Giant
Like peace.
(c) June Perkins