The Word Thieves
They came to our village
and carried off our words
in steel boxes wrapped in chains.
We were given new words,
but we cannot use them.
They taste like dirt in our mouths,
and do not mean what we need to say.
~Joseph Farley
Easter
in my neighbor's yard
surrounded by plastic eggs
rabbit ears
from an old TV
~John J. Dunphy
summer
storm
he calls me
by another name
~Mona
Bedi
It took me all day
to do nothing.
I could have
stayed in bed
to accomplish
just as much.
~Nolcha Fox
skirmish
gray squirrels battle in the dawn
balanced on a telephone wire
the definition of victory and loss
seems a tough nut to crack
~Joseph Farley
the
when how and what of my thoughts
~Mona
Bedi
the unseen cage I live in dandelion fluff
~Mona Bedi
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