poem
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Our World From Up Here
Our world from up here Vast scenes below then hypnotic Sunsets far and wide And warm until memories Like a canal flow gliding Open to us and run free- Alive in the clouds but Below the moon still Glowing black like darkened Emotion pouring to heal And your voice to seal Echoed cries from their…
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The Hill of Crosses
This poem is inspired by a recent visit to the Hill of Crosses in Šiauliai, Lithuania. Ashed grey and weathered through Surrounded some century’s Past suffering not so different from our own. To come and lay a sign That love releases to save Black memory’s, solidify some erotic emotions alluring And then wander…
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Finding Home
If the home was just a memory that you touched once upon a dream And even the stars’ brightness faded the closer to them you passed Where could you lay the foundations of your heart? If yet you received the greatest riches and witnessed the sweetest music If you could part the waves and conjure…
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A Curiosity
A curiosity comes And then it goes as soon as I realize All I’m curious about has less than an explanation No one knows what I desire to know It’s not for me to ask what or how or why It’s for me to do great, live well Then die.
Hattie Butterworth 