Tag: poem

blood from a foreign place carried on dusk tides

rattle the old bones of the cold city

night stage the winter moon vanishes on cue

beyond the damp earth moonrise

first light non-violence is the way forward

not quite spring her lips blossom

zen garden we imagine a world without war

our connection with nature and the natural world is lost over time as we wage wars, pollute the planet and play god

apart from hunger and sex, conflict is a primal aspect of human nature

at war with the ego i