They tell me we live and learn but I am uncertain what they mean It only seems like we earn what Little we know of destiny By simple serendipity Yet in a random universe It could always be a lot worse And very often it has been
We grit our teeth we face the pain The moon wears neither smile nor frown We fall but we get up again To rise so high that up is down Then weep but weep away the stain And what we see of destiny Will be enough for you and me In this the only game in town
Earth to ashes and dust to flame It only seems like we earn what They tell me we live and learn but Humanity is not to blame The vanity the grief the shame The ultimate futility In this the only game in town Remain but leave them let them be
We will always have stormy weather Just keep walking and never look back If you want we can walk together Under the moon by the railroad track I look at the moon and see her smile She whispers "love" and "never look back" And night is bright at least for awhile Under the moon by the railroad track
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Chrissy
the freedom sounds delightful
thanks,
~D.
When you read your poetry aloud, it is like slam poetry: you pack much into rhyming verse; it lingers long after being heard. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.