Reverberations…

of a reechoed sound

long hanging in the air

or in the ground.

Seeds planted,

leaving a lasting round

of

Reverberations

sources not to be found.

Yet,

Never leaving, going nowhere

the

Reverberations,

continue to surround

Come down to the sound

to the smallest degree

Come down

and feel the

Reverberations with me.

If you chose to hide

them now,

Remember and know

Reverberations

never leave,

They

take on the life of a lie,

and continue

to grow.

Anchorage Memorial Park Cemetery

Anchorage, Alaska

Friday, July 15th, 2011

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Silence…

it Becomes live and let live?

Surely…

I do not care

about the color of her old gray hair

Or to which charity they choose to give.

Silence…

Became an easy road

With justification to lack of share.

Surely,

You didn’t mean that

and staying quiet reflected you didn’t  care.

Silence…

allows the injured

No recourse for the pain

Surely,

Someone knows this Leader,

she has so much to gain.

Silence…

Says, “I’m as guilty as those,

who do the acts unjust.”

Surely,

there are others speaking up

In which to form a trust.

And they have been Silenced…

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