Tag: poetry
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Keep the love for boys little!
It’s another day, and we are among those lucky people who get to see this day and it’s rain and the birds that lurk around grasses, on their feet, like the a red cardinal bird that hurries from one grass to another, from one branch to another, such is the life of a mother, this…
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Keep knowing that even this too shall pass!
I spent the day saying this too shall pass, because this too shall pass and when this too passes, all that would be left is this. And it’s so worth it to keep this thing we know matters, for us, for our healing and for everyone. So even if we sound like a broken record,…
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Keep this ease!
The silence you feel, if in a quiet lovely space, if surrounded but love, if with a steady ease that makes leaves wild is a poem. Taste and see how it begins, how it feels.
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Keep standing with science!
Eliminating health-related grants like, some in the middle of clinical trials like the Adolescent Medicine Trials Network is not only unethical, but one of the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. A nation, free, confident and proud in all of stands for, doesn’t reject science on the basis of ideology, doesn’t eject…
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Keep writing!
Some days will keep you numb, break your heart, make you to wish this trauma would end, all while still hoping for the best. The last two days, I have felt like a ship drowning. The water is rising and rising and we see it and see ourselves drowning. Trying to be hopeful is hard.…
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Keep serving!
The power hidden in serving, how it may make you look small, like a speck, as if feeble, like a candle, all of this, plus, limited time, like a river flowing away, are the reasons to serve. Plus even if you don’t see the river, even if it’s directions, whether up or down, left or…
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Keep this lifetime!
If in this lifetime, you have a certain mind, heart, soul, dreams, regrets, visions, I pray you love all of it, all of you, this lifetime. Then if there are endless roses or thorns along the way, keep walking, as a journey of a lifetime, will be full of thorns, full of endless roses. My aunty…
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Keep all that remains!
We are thinking about resilience, thinking about what remains and what ends, thinking too about who stands and who gets to thrive, not just trees or flowers or the things we plant with our bare hands, but us, our children, our most vital source of all the ways we bloom, long after we are gone.…
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Keep the depths of pine trees!
On any given day, a group of pine trees stand tall at the back of our home. They are slim and delicate, always evergreen with branches so soft to touch. Wild winds sway their branches often , wild air their needles and pinecones too. Still they stand, tall and strong, always delicate to touch. But…
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Keep the memories of a pandemic!
5 years later, our hair is slowly greying, bones are still wide, and life is running by without a care. From out the dark, at the beginning of the pandemic, words started to emerge from deep within as we trembled through the world. At first, they were concerned about health care workers, all those literally…
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Keep words like robins on top of branches!
There are days when you don’t know what you are doing. Three notes are written. One remains and begins like this. We need to focus, gain clarity and sweet understanding for all the things masking the guilt that follows. We write hiding from a little boy that calls our name. We stare out a window…
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Keep knowing this is life is for spinning again!
The sounds I hear this evening are of the footsteps of little boys, thuds from books dropping, clanging of tall beige blinds, opening or closing of doors, pages of books too, little boys reading out loud, on bears, about bears, that we question what we are doing here. There are cups clanging, plates too, little…