#barelyedited

Rise and shine at eight in the morning on a work day

The time is right to begin the day writing

A young woman has spilled ink and shown the world her dreams

A woman of worth

Both materialistically and spiritually wealthy

Memories

brought to light again in the falling snow

I'm so glad

that once in person

it was her

I was fortunate enough to meet

And at her sold out show in Toronto

I had the opportunity to be seated on floors in a close up decent seat

Hearing her was sweet

And it was an honour to see such a fashionable woman dressed in such elegant clothes

Tara

Recite to your audience one of your lovely poems

poetry woman

Recite to your audience your poems of hardship and of earthly delights

Over the hills and far away

is where everyone is going when you step up to the mic

Look to the future

You are young

you still have time

You have a lifetime before you to live unchained and free

Life tried but was unsuccessful in smashing your dreams

Not one of them was broke

And about all of them to the world you spoke

Free for eternity

Born free

And free you will always be

Face to face

In peace falling asleep at night as a poetry star

here on earth and in distant worlds far off in outer space

Tara

From the rich estates

And also among the subway scientists

there are many who are fascinated with your trials and tribulations and strife

Coming back from watching the waves in the Maldives

that now threaten to take you away from the rest of us for life

Poetess

express yourself

reveal your thoughts to the world and let them be known

To think you are so unique

And chosen by God with a divine purpose

Together with the masses

a brighter light has never shone

Recite to your audience one of your lovely poems

poetry woman

Recite to your audience your poems of hardship

and of earthly delights

Over the hills and far away

is where everyone is going when you step up to the mic

At the concert halls

the fans will show up on any day

And it makes her fairy godmother manager feel fine

A poetry queen

Seen

Securing her place along side the earliest known writer

the great Enheduanna for all time

And the snow in Ontario falls like no tomorrow

Rupi Kaur has no fear

She has reached her destiny after travelling far

by train, plane and car

Always somewhere

Tara...

-Walter

White snow falls upon these ruined frozen wheat fields, becoming a white blanket for the buried silent bodies of the soldiers. Men in dirty colours that still stand, with frailing white cloths covering their dark bloody wounds, gaze in awe at the silence of the delicate darkness. Howling winds, previously fueling fury within these men, settle down into a mourning breeze.

Faces of these men are smothered in dirt and blood; their empty eyes express their clearest shame. A bright star stands alone above these men in the sky, only accompanied by the falling moon. The day of Christ’s birth had arrived yet these men were waging in their unholy war when darkness was still present. These men in Royal Blue and Prideful Orange were at opposite ends, now united under the weeping white. Their shadows, casted by the dim moonlight, extend into the darkness.

As the Sun rises to shine upon this land, a small and wrinkled man in a ragged brown coat carries a pine tree nearly the size of him, trekking heavily through the snow. The men in dirty colours turn their gaze at this frail old man dragging a pine tree towards them, who places it in front of the buried bodies. More elderly people begin to arrive, coming from a small village only a frozen field away, bringing small snacks or even steaming cups of coffee; offering them to these men in dirty colours.

These men in dirty colours sighed, breathing out their heavy burdens, and taking the gifts with grace. The dawning sun brings brightness to the scene, turning the eyes of these men from empty and weary to glimmering jewels worthy of a King’s crown. Dropping their weapons made of old wood and rusted metal, these men in dirty colours chatted away their sorrows.

Village children, not thoughtful of the dirty colours, approached these men with smiles and questions, like newborn puppies playing with humans for the first time. These men cheered welcome to these children as more and more came.