JUANITA GARCIA VERA
Urgency
The time is here
To wave the flag
And thwart the fears
It’s been so long
Since I’ve enjoyed
The whisper of the rain
The thunder always blasting
While lightning strikes again
The patriotic drumming
Summons the young to war
It seems they’ve aged
Before their time,
To never laugh again
And in their darkest moments
Their minds in overdrive
The urgency to write unyielding
In this I am confined
To call and cry into the wind
Without response or sense
I feel the rise of Hope
And see the shadows’ doubt
Feel the fear grows deep
In disbelief and lies
Time grows short
While I am writing
Leaving a plea to fall on all ears
While hands without motion
Freeze in the eyes of the blind
Where are the Peace Keepers?
As I’m
rambling and lost
In the colors of life
Each running bright with hope
Each expressing emotions and thoughts
The smell of blood still lingers
Long after it’s dried
The missing pieces bridged
Through time connecting
The World in poetic interludes
Life’s tapestry grows in patched
Colorful circles of new and old souls
Intertwined like ferns and spring blooms
Glowing in Sunlight
Are we not like the seasons?
Slowly moving to the next phase
Changing without dread
Why is peace so hard to find ?
When in the Garden I’m dreaming
Always it’s Peace that I find
© Juanita Garcia Vera
All Rights Reserved JGV
2019
Time
Hastens The Journey
I’ve been writing, writing, writing words
Phrases, wisdom, mockery, colorful pictures
Exposing the essence of all
It becomes more difficult to decipher
A lie from truth
Because it is said over and over
Until the truth is distorted
Beyond recognition
Look in the mirror
Time hastens the journey
You can’t see that sand makes the image
That the wind will
blow away
We have long been flirting with deception
A nip here, a tuck there, new clothes, a
new man
Or woman and we are new beings
But, putting on fresh paint only
Hides the essence of the subject
Deep down, we are unchanged
Accept the scars, pigmentations
And imperfections of life
We have earned
Each and everyone
With courage and tenacity
No matter the bumps and lumps
Sadness and pain
Have left their traces
Some will see through the seams
And complement
Our strength and passion
Some will never see the scars
And question our existence
While others have been too distracted
To
notice, we were here at all
© Juanita Garcia Vera
All Rights Reserved …JGV
2018
The
View
It is cloudy and dark
As I look out my window
An Ominous sky
Blackest grey, so glum
Thunder rumbles
While I look to see
Dark clouds slowly moving
Like a blanket pulled
Along the floor
Dragging everything
In its path
An unwelcome distraction
That blocks my view
Rain like tears
Abruptly drop
From the sky
They too, float away
Like my dreams
My hopes
Clouds race
Across my window
Beyond my grasp,
My view
Tears pour
Suffocating all sound
I taste their salt
On my lips
And in my heart
I
feel their sting
I close the blinds
Covering my head
As I try to sleep
The world at bay
I dream once more
© Juanita Garcia Vera
All Rights Reserved JGV 16-07=2017
JUANITA GARCIA VERA
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