sudan
January 15, 2007
brushing flies away
let me hold you in my arms
cool your tortured brow
wrestling with congruency
brushing flies away
let me hold you in my arms
cool your tortured brow
Posted in death, Haiku and Senryu, Poetry, pop, poverty, Sudan, violence, war, wealth | 3 Comments »
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January 15, 2007 at 8:54 am
very nice
January 15, 2007 at 9:03 am
Glad to see Sudan appearing more often in posts by poets and writers and thinkers and feeling people everywhere. We know from earlier posts how well and simply you express the sufferings of others and our complicity. You are a point of light.
January 15, 2007 at 9:42 pm
hey Naughty Heather, thank you for stopping by and your comment. David looks pretty happy down there, I better go say hello to him.
hello David, thanks for the generous compliment! I try to live what I believe. (I think that is the central drama of human life.) But, I can do ten times better each day.