tanka

tanka--
small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Thursday, March 14, 2013

[twenty children. . .] and [war . . .]

twenty
children murdered
close to home
the dark of the moon
so clear tonight

Haiku News 2:4, 1/21/2013



war—
the children’s
red crayons
worn down
to nothing

Ribbons  8:3, winter 2012 


I post these poems today in honor of the three-month anniversary of the shootings at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, not far from where I grew up. As a parent and grandparent, and as the mother of a survivor of gun violence, I often wonder about--and grieve for--the deep roots of violence of all kinds in human societies. 



1 comment:

  1. both strikingly poignant little poems.

    "I often wonder about--and grieve for--the deep roots of violence of all kinds in human societies..." yes!

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