Poetry Matters

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Category: Tanka

Moving Toward Peace

Rain soft persistent

yet the dark spot still remains.

After the conflict

rain in gusts rushes through tress

soaking in the blood stained earth.

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Why are we so quick

To believe that violence

like a sharp scalpel

in the hands of a surgeon

can heal the body it cuts?

Consider Silence

consider silence

dark soil from which all things come,

to which all  things return,

root silence of tree, stone, star,

praying:  “Let there be…”

-Bill Cook

things not said

consider, perhaps,

the weight of things not said by

friends, maybe lovers,

the bearing of which breaks the bonds

that held them together

-Bill Cook

without word or light

thick root of grasses

push into the yielding earth

without word or light

or thought nourished in silence

while horses graze in the rain

-Bill Cook

consider silence

consider silence

a solitary white urn

filled with dry ashes

sitting beneath a window

bathed in white cascading light

– Bill Cook