
Taking Poetry Public
It is good to rub and polish your mind against that of others. -Michel de Montaigne, essayist (28 Feb 1533-1592)
from Wordsmith.org
POEM OF THE WEEK
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And then there are days
when hope seems low,
The heart so heavy,
the world, a foe.
I struggle to belong,
I speak another tongue.
Gone mad is the crowd—
I'm lonely though among.
On a day such as this,
On a walk in the morn,
The sun not yet out,
The night not yet gone.
My feet walk slow,
My shoulders feel weight.
Why is it as such?
Why do men choose hate?
Then I hear a bird sing
and I feel the wind blow,
Moving me to chin up,
Say "nay" to the woe.
The bird toils hard,
Yet sings a song of hope.
Don't give up on love,
Hold tight to the rope.
The night WILL fade away.
The morn WILL shine bright.
Don't despair in the dark—
Make way for the light.
My step is now light
and the weight, it's all gone.
With this power of Grace
I now dance and move on.
by Humaira Chaudhary
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This old car is
a stalwart enigma.
The parts are elusive.
It’s hard to let go--dismiss,
like a best friend
or favorite blankie.
Poised on the showroom floor,
gleaming, glowing
beckoning, to buy
regardless of cost or budget.
“This car is you.”
The salesman touted and taunted
with manipulative trickery.
I bought it, brought it home
and twenty-five years later,
the mechanics sees her more
and I am jealous.
by Dorothy Sells Clover