My Pen
My connection,
My thoughts and
My prayers
My words
My extension,
My gift through
My air
My time
My gestation,
My daughters
My sons
My dreams
My redemption,
My river
—that runs
(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
By Design
They separate us by gender,
and segregate by race
They separate us by intellect,
and isolate by taste
They separate us by fortune,
and detach us by fame
They separate us by family,
nepotism to blame
They keep us divided
through life ever long
The poles ever widening
—too lost to belong
(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
Mesa Verde
No one’s ever gone
until forgotten
Their memory etched
like words in stone
—canyons to remind
(Chama New Mexico: January, 2019)
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Comments4
Truly truly profound. Mesa Verde is one of the most meaningful writes I've encountered.
Thanks so much, Eugene.
Lovely read I’m enjoying your poems
Thanks, that's very kind of you.
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