Poems from KVJM
Protesting is your right,
a privilege, a gift.
You want to make a point
to try to cause a shift.
But the field is your office
despite how...
Stunning
dressed in sheer, flowing silk
Red
to please men's eyes.
Pensively
she sits on the cold stool
Poised
her slim fingers hover over...
A leaf may look pretty
as it clings to the tree,
but it gives up, it lets go.
It leaves the cold here
with me.
If I could I think I would
make all our footprints visible.
If they could I think they would
show history invisible.
To walk on a path...
When my problems are big
I go where I feel small.
To put my thoughts in place
In
light
of
it
...