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LAce Posted Monday, June 26th, 2006
Fair Breeze
Angela Nolan

The breeze blows morning
fair
across my face,
caressing each tender place
too bruised for more substantial weight.

Presuming I welcome its light embrace,
it asks me to love
that which I cannot
in myself
in others,
in a world without grace.

Softly,
it requests peace
in a world of oil-war and corporate sandcastles,
presidents spout lies; masses blindly believe.

Valiantly,
it demands hope
where there is despair and hunger and large-scale denial
first-world countries, third-world countries, class and caste.

From micro to macro
the dysfunction,
stark in its chaos.



The just breeze asks too much from a meager soul.
I am not there;
I am only here
within a crushingly beautiful morn
with tears to shed
for the lost pieces
of a life lived poorly amid
such a rich blue sky.

Comments [post a comment]

Posted by Donna Levy [ donnachka@cox.net ] on Monday, June 26th, 2006 at 4:09 PM
I am going to print our your poem and hang it on my wall, for it speaks for me. I am also going to copy and paste it onto an email and share it with friends who feel the same way. It's beautifully done. Thanks, Angela

Posted by Claudia Cunningham on Wednesday, June 28th, 2006 at 8:17 PM
Wow, Angela! It really is gorgeous! Thank you.

Posted by jennifer graf groneberg on Wednesday, June 28th, 2006 at 9:03 PM
What lovely images. I especially love the ending--it's just so true. Thank you for sharing.

Posted by C. Doll on Thursday, June 29th, 2006 at 12:49 AM
Wonderful, insightful, touching!!!

Posted by maggie plummer on Thursday, June 29th, 2006 at 6:33 PM
oooooh, Angela! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! your poem is absolutely beautiful. I can feel that breeze. oh, and the way this poem ends, wow! I can really relate to that feeling that's in the ending. so many, many congratulations, Angela!!!



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