Sometimes poetry speaks truth better than lines of fact. I don’t have many syllables to share today. One haiku contains lines containing 5, 7, 5 syllables, and one tanka delivers spaces of 5, 7, 5, 7, 7 syllables. Peace to all. ” I don’t see color,” says a white man to lynching as he leaves the scene. The flower sees bees coming and opens petals. Possibilities. Plant and insect share alike. Even as the stem stands still.
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” I don’t see color,”
says a white man to lynching
as he leaves the scene.
This hits right between the eyes, Terry. I recall a black-and-white photograph many years ago — a formal tea at some plantation in Georgia. Hanging from the arbor canopy above were several lynched persons — a photograph that I cannot unsee, of course.