Poems from Annette M Velasquez
Flowers brighten a prison yard,
where they bloom they cannot know
their riotous beauty quite unmarred
by the truths of where they grow....
I speak of letters,
not the kind integral
to poets and authors ;
the fabric with which they weave
the tapestry of their craft.
Not the...
Yes, I'm familiar with
Kubler- Ross
the stages of grief,
but no amount of intellectualizing
can deaden the
pain
and knowing the inevitable...
Infamous flower-
plushly petaled
poppy
your juice is a
portal
to perdition
and pain...
Brightly
crimson
or creamy China
White,
Do your...
Utopia-
as opposed to
dystopia
something closer
to reality
in this world
of-
hatred
and violence
and endless division...
Still,
I wonder-...