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“Words Can Sting Like Anything”*

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Cool clean cut lines

of cold hearted slashes

gashes of color

 drawn blood

sweat beads of  fear

you didn’t mean

you didn’t know

how far your words

would go

to hurt.

* Title from the poem by Phyllis McGinley on silence.


Violet Reflections

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Today the sky reflects violet on the marsh

as statues stand shrouded purple in Catholic Churches.

Today my eyes weep blue tears, mirroring the sky,

at the slights, the fights, the cruelty of human nature.

Mine but pinpricks by comparison

to the persecution, execution and death

of innocents, of earth, of nature

and of He who was known as Jesus.