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by Wendy Garfinkle | August 17, 2020 · 1:18 pm

Thankful for Freedom (An Ironic Poem)

I’m thankful for freedom.

thankful to live in a country where

peaceful protest isn’t met with government oppression.

thankful to live in a country where

leaders are voted out just as easily as they are voted in.

thankful to live in a country where

I can voice my opinion without fear of reprisal.

thankful to live in a country where

I am free to practice my faith.

thankful to live in a country where

the strong protect the weak.

thankful to live in a country where

anyone can become someone.

thankful to live in

the land of the free and the home of the brave.

and I wonder just how much longer

I will be free to say this…

Photo by Zulmaury Saavedra on Unsplash

Poetry: Coin Toss

When I was a child

I

railed at

argued with

those who

disagreed

with me.

Everything

was personal

I wailed in

anger

impotence

inability

to make others see

and agree

with me.

When I grew up

I understood

it’s not personal

these debates

one side against the other

it’s

ignorance

fear

intolerance.

I do not need to justify

my opinions

my beliefs

only stand by them and witness;

time

and life

will educate,

communicate

illuminate

and we will

either

stumble and fall

or

step and rise

climb

the mountain of wisdom.

Vitriol

solves nothing

starts wars

causes

death

estrangement

Let us,

instead,

drink tea (or coffee, if you prefer) and debate

as adults

our opinions. An honest, open discourse

and agree to disagree

if we must

each,

tolerant

respecting

the other’s right to be

wrong.

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by Wendy Garfinkle | April 21, 2017 · 5:55 pm

Grace (or The Golden Trumpet Tree)

I parked ‘neath

the golden trumpet tree

that grows in my parents’ yard.

Rains fell and winds gusted

flowers plummeted

from the tree

like tears.

On the wet, fertile grass

or hard, sterile concrete

they landed;

all but one.

It rested on my windshield

abiding the quick, fierce ballyhoo,

its brilliant petals dimmed and drenched.

It greeted me, as I prepared to drive away,

its yellowness

reviving

in the warmth

of the sun that had broken through

storm clouds

to shine a ray on the

single golden trumpet

that the tree gifted

to me.

(Photo source: Unsplash.com)

Category Archives: Poetry

Thankful for Freedom (An Ironic Poem)

I’m thankful for freedom.

thankful to live in a country where

peaceful protest isn’t met with government oppression.

thankful to live in a country where

leaders are voted out just as easily as they are voted in.

thankful to live in a country where

I can voice my opinion without fear of reprisal.

thankful to live in a country where

I am free to practice my faith.

thankful to live in a country where

the strong protect the weak.

thankful to live in a country where

anyone can become someone.

thankful to live in

the land of the free and the home of the brave.

and I wonder just how much longer

I will be free to say this…

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Poetry: Coin Toss

When I was a child

I

railed at

argued with

those who

disagreed

with me.

Everything

was personal

I wailed in

anger

impotence

inability

to make others see

and agree

with me.

When I grew up

I understood

it’s not personal

these debates

one side against the other

it’s

ignorance

fear

intolerance.

I do not need to justify

my opinions

my beliefs

only stand by them and witness;

time

and life

will educate,

communicate

illuminate

and we will

either

stumble and fall

or

step and rise

climb

the mountain of wisdom.

Vitriol

solves nothing

starts wars

causes

death

estrangement

Let us,

instead,

drink tea (or coffee, if you prefer) and debate

as adults

our opinions. An honest, open discourse

and agree to disagree

if we must

each,

tolerant

respecting

the other’s right to be