Hands Pull Together
Left over right,
not too tight.
Hands strong.
Together we weave
our rope.
Let us tether the present
to the future,
feet firmly on the safety
of the past.
We are responsible
for Peace.
C.J. Prince
©2017
Postcard Poetry
Soul of the Northwest
Big leaf maple, Acer macrophyllum,
leaves shine sugar coated.
Alive in a hundred shades of green,
I am the Northwest, soul of the planet.
Catch a raindrop.
Tip your chin up.
Drink sky water.
Splash into the lake.
Mystery lies in downward clouds.
Wait for the midnight owl.
C.J. Prince
Copyright 2016
The Dependability of Geese
Get your ducks in a row, she said.
I’d rather gather a gaggle of geese,
snow white bellies settling
on Skagit flatland.
My ducks scatter.
I depend on geese in rotating
formation. My turn,
your turn.
As above, so below.
C.J. Prince
©2016
If She Does Not See you, Do You See Her?
If She Does Not See you, Do You See Her?
The woman in the mirror
is not trapped
in the looking glass.
The pond, still as a gravestone,
does not reveal her reflection.
C.J. Prince
©2016
Postcard to Unknown Friend
Dear Stranger Poet,
Or is it Poet Stranger?
How goes it? Stuck
on words? I am
leaf green
and sometimes blue.
I need sleep,
not nightmares.
I spend my time
trying to write to you.
Hope you are roaming
the alphabet.
Don’t forget my address.
Things are fragmented.
This place is summer,
rock hot and moon cool.
Hope to see you
in the dictionary.
Yours till you catch peace
and call me.
C.J. Prince
©2016
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