WingSpan Poetry Project

CULTIVATING EMPOWERMENT THROUGH POETRY


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Listen

The blood, the oil and the wine!
The rain, wind, hail, all from our great divine
Laughter, crying, footsteps, everyone trying and trying!
Racing cars, drills, jackhammers, helicopters, planes
All the sky
Jesus, you’re always on time. My time!
You’re the Great Divine.

Sylvia


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Listen

Can you hear my heart beating
to the sound of your words.

Listen.
Can you hear my heart
breaking as the lies are poured out
of your mouth, as I hear
the toilet flushing with sickness.

Listen.
Can you hear me when
I cry deep in my hidden places
of my heart where I hold
on to Hope.
The hope that one day
together we can be thankful
for the beat of our hearts
the sincerity of our own words
and the love we’ve grown
to be thankful for.

Maribell


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Eating the Cave Lion

The ancestors in my family long, long ago,
would use their fancy slingshot and take down the ultimate foe.

A cave lion would often terrorize my bipedal friends,
but with great tactic skills my cavemen pals would win.

They bring the beast back to the clan who marveled at the catch,
and graciously shared it all until there was nothing left.

K.H.


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Eating the Fruit

Fruit
Apples, plums, choke cherries
peaches, apricots all home grown.
Late September from the magnificent orchards–El Salto!
The women happily picking, packing and canning!
Fruit straining the laughter
oh so real!

Twenty-eight days of smashing
all the fruit from the bone
counting, stirring, singing to celebrate
with sparkling pink wine waitingtill next year
Harvest and wine!

Sylvia