Finally

I am not a political poet.  I write about every day.  Yesterday was a good one, at last.

 

Virginia rain would people vote

every day for so long

guns guns guns what matters most

the way we persist how we know

what good is

every single one of us what we

want what fair means what life

should be for us all

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

4 Comments

  1. Amen, Sister. But I stay hunkered down, watch CSPAN 1,2 and 3 for the gory details and gather wisps of rumor, tendrils of rage, armfuls of elementals. Will not know what I’m building until it can flap shimmering wings and spell it’s name in the sky. Keep On!

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