a poeming tuesday
winter, winter; a five day weekend break
a mother just cannot catch a break
the endless winter, snow, cold, polor vortex
my soul yearns for warmth, for sun, some small break
these branches, loaded with ice, with snow
and then comes the rain, so that they will not break
a year into grad school, I realized the mistake:
any other person would have followed with a break
injustice ripples through us like gravity's waves;
the system is rotting, our actions, our voices must break
after the meltdown comes the silence and doubt
oh, mama, how could you let his little heart break?
A ghazal, because yesterday made me think of how much I love this form.