Words to Honor Her

I heard someone say once that poetry is simply the right words placed in perfect order. Well, if you have ever written a poem, you know how challenging and yet fun it is to find the appropriate words and arrange them perfectly to express your heart. Hard work and rewarding work. Here are a few…

Bruised Reed

Bruised Reed Hollow face pressing desperate upon stones built by Herod. Grief lines penetrating fragile bones, tear stains etching cold outlines. Bruise reed, shivering upon the wall, cast your wound into the sea’s deepest part, salve in its forgiving depths. Justice slept in your seed and awoke to plane the unequal surface square. ~bsw

Bears Repetition

“repeat the sounding joy” refuses to be packed away with tinsel