aren’t we all.just paper cranes.our paper wings.our paper veins.our paper necks.our paper skies.folding petty.paper lies. no. not flesh and bone.not smiles and screams.aren’t we all.just paper dreams? It took me the last 51 days to fold my first 1000 paper cranes. According to Japanese tradition, folding 1,000 paper cranes gives a person a chance to…
Tag: world peace
National Poetry Month Writing Challenge: The Final Segment
“The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.” I might have never believed that I would do it when I started writing a poem a day. However, I am here, with my last segment, wrapping…
Peace over war
Blight shadows every cranny there’s war, there’s pain, and we continue doing so calling ourselves humane. We stain the rivers in perpetual blood and drink water from the same, we talk about wilderness beneath while calling ourselves tame. We send a group of children to school and give rifles to other groups, we sit around…
Sui Generis 