Portapiqué and all
Nova Scotia, you will hurt
For a long, long time
In deep sorrow of
What has happened in your lives…
Never knowing why.
Your burden is huge.
Yet, when you teeter…
We will bear you up.
W.C.Hull © 2020-24-4-H1374-
2484-I51-K51-6-L57-6
Categories:
scotia, care,
Form: Haiku
Between a sky of pale blue, streaked with white,
and a glassy sea of royal blue,
there lies a land of lavender rock,
where wind blown grasses grow in briny
patches around weather beaten houses
brushed in pastel shades of yellow, pink,
and green and blue.
A grey fishing shack stands on silts
beyond the waters edge,
deep in rippling reflections of itself
and the sky that shimmers across the inlet
to the other side, where a dory
tethered to a dock stacked high with reels
of blue and orange ropes and buoys,
rests peacefully in the noon-day sun, with me,
on these long cold winter nights.
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Categories:
scotia, placessky,
Form: Prose Poetry
the clouds above nova scotia
will one day become rain in the english streets i roam
the bombs dropped in foreign lands
will one day fall on all our hopes and homes
the bullets that end lives so abruptly
will one day silence us all
Categories:
scotia, deathday, day,
Form: Free verse