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A little poetry, a little blogging, by Chad A. Gurley...

  • Apr 10, 2024

One day, I will break free

that shadow now pulling

back across the dead,

yellow grass and into

that darkest of places

where the bright winter

sunlight is most eclipsed

by my own frozen form.

 

Her stop sign red fingernails tap

tap the frumpy brown Formica diner table

in an impatient beat, melody in double time

of the easy light music

juxtaposed her heavy fried food

and hard decision.


In translucent golden plastic, her water ripples

ripples from inside to outside, perimeter to center,

but in circles idling back into their inceptions

before her crooked glance away

to reflections in the window's glass

where her green eyes go.


She stutteringly utters the whisper

trust your soul . . .

 

The U.S.A. must

dissolve support

for Israel 

at this moment 

in its history,

immediately,

for Israel seems 

to be bombing 

and destroying 

and murdering

and starving

endlessly

indiscriminately

quite sufficiently 

with what it's got.


And it has to stop.



1,410 does not equal 32,975 when all are children of God

 
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