I am sorry, she said
& she listened to
the past thrum
on her palm
& she heard
the present weep
on the chin
of a mighty wind
& she observed
the dust of souls
collect & rise
uniting into an
Observation: the active acquisition of information from a primary source. In living beings, observation employs the senses.
Listen, learn, reflect, respond.
Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada: https://www.rcaanc-cirnac.gc.ca/eng/1450124405592/1529106060525
Indigenous Poetry: https://www.poetryinvoice.com/search/all/indigenous
2 thoughts on “Poem 273 – untitled”
this is beautiful
#273 OMG V, you just get better and better! Hits me in the soul.
My mystery #4 debuts today. Here’s the launch party:
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