On Fascism, Poetry and Survival

classic fountain pen of a poet

I just was thinking about to enrich the collection of poems on My side of the Force, not just with my own or from classical authors, but today’s great, half hidden talents.

And… ladies and gentlemen, talents in our world there are, like the lady wrote this peace of heart and soul grabbing beauty. A piece of poetry where you feel from exactly what it is about, its title is surely fitting. Just amazing.

I’m not someone of reblogging, although there is certainly nothing wrong with, I love more creating from scratch, but there are beautiful experiences, gorgeous, exemplary use of words just must be shared out. Enjoy Kelly Hayes’ painting with words!

Transformative Spaces

One of the things I love about this page is that it can become whatever it needs to be, or whatever I need it to be, on a given day. Tonight, I need it to be a wall I can chalk a poem on, before walking away. My thanks to those who read it.

Another Poem About Survival

Step backward, forward or aside as needed.
There were never any roadmaps.
Shelter yourself and others,
in fabric, between walls and with open arms.
There are days so dark that light must hide
itself,
its glow,
its motion,
to grow until its fully formed.

With armies mounting,
and knocking down doors
our hopes are hidden children
breathing behind false walls,
and whispered dreams —
neither deferred nor deployed.

They exist amid memories and empty chairs,
but at times leave us to eat alone,
longing for the pitch of a friend, or lover

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