like a moonflower, glowing
reflect the streaming light
through gentle winds blowing.
bury your roots deeply
and send your branches high
make of them a sanctuary, steeply
angled green and brown, reaching to the sky.
and war be gone, vanish
as winter snow melts and disappears
running to the sea, then banish
the anger, the sorrow, the hatred, the tears.
like a flowing river changes course
pretend it is not strange to turn aside
from destined paths, to value life instead of force,
we will not know until we’ve tried.
This poem is in response to Secret Keeper’s writing challenge, using these words: Gone/Change/Pretend/Strange/Life
It is also in response to poets for peace, which is being hosted on the Forgotten Meadow s blog. I’ve also posted it in the comments there. You can read about this poetry collaboration there and add your voice.