Poem #17 : a refrosted poem

#16 Run On

This will not be the death
It is not a Fall unforgiving
This Spring will not be skipped
An angry few will not own this place
We stand
Even when we can't.

This will not be the death
It is hope unending a bloom
This faith changes lives
The worms will not take it,
Not thrive
Live when we can't.

This will not be the death
too many heartbeats to answer
Too many nerves to shatter
This battle will not shake it
It won't
Our word now in blood.

A sort of jeremiad...
http://grammarist.com/words/jeremiad/

#15 haiku on Boston Marathon

Bombs burst legs in air
This euphoria is dust
Finish line of blood.

My Poem for Sunday is a short film with words, images and cliches -- Tomato.

This is my man bunny, Bunnie Bonez.