Two poems
I wrote
about home
gather inside
a collection
of community,
like a river
of skipping stones,
where words
flitter next to art
and photographs,
a city-wide effort
to remember, together:
not one of us
is ever alone
Peace (and home),
Kevin
PS — some context — two of my submitted poems were included in a new digital exhibit opened yesterday through our city library on the theme of “home”:
Hello! I’ve missed your blog. Happy to see you and start my day with your beautiful poem. I loved the pace – a balance of fast and slow – just like home.
Thanks, Clare. Good to reconnect.
Kevin
Congratulations, Kevin. A poem telling a story about art—visual and worded—is a lovely meta cognitive slice. “Like skipping stones”: excellent simile that captures the idea of an art gallery.
Kevin,
All of your poems are thoughtful, with a bit of punch to twist from one idea to a more perceptive concept. Your two poems at your city library site are that— a bit of nature and a bit of what we need to do.
Thanks for letting us know and for sharing your poetry, song, and images. ~ Sheri
I love this poem and those poems and that ways they all connect and commune–and not one of us is ever alone.
Small poems–they really are the best!