I fold your absence
into paper birds
and let them burn
before they fly

Nuances of antiquity
In the roughness of the stone,
Mirrors of the past
In the faded paint, alone,
A touch old humanity
In the feeding of the birds....
But long abandoned nuances,
So sad, adorn the words?

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ

Sometimes it feels
Animosity
Is ridiculously
Portrayed
Displayed
For the sake of
Someone
Who is
A no one
In another's
Book.

But someone needs
To take another look
And see
That sometimes animosity
Is really
Creativity
Or a needful aching plea
That longs
To be
Heard.