Tonight's three minute poem written in response to a FB status update:
Stu Carpenter --
Lions, soldiers, unborn babies, and black motorist... God made them, while we create a hierarchy of who deserves more sympathy. These tragic losses point out differences where empathy could go.
Laurie Kruczek --
They all go to sweet pillow clouds Lofty dream spaces on horizons pinked and peached The daily reminders that destiny is an unmarked destination cultivated by culture, created by domestication We drift, despite the windless, mindlessness of predestination, dividing ourselves between today and a thinner atmosphere Do you want every question answered or do you want the magic, miracles, and surprise of another day?