Poems..

Nica Heria

Salty Water

They wash their hands in it
The salt turns to salt
In their hands. Wearing it
At their wrists, they make bracelets
Of it; it runs in beads
On their jackets. A child’s
Playing? It has hard whips
That it cracks, and knuckles
To pommel you. It scrubs
And scars; it chews rocks
To sand; its embraces
Leave you without breath. Mostly
It is stomach, where bones,
Wrecks, continents are digested.

Dhana Leigh Once
Our Earth

The Earth is ours to enjoy
For every little girl and boy.
But we must always be aware.
That all its beauty we must share
With all the children yet to come,
Who want to laugh and play and run
Around the trees and in the fields.

So we must keep our planet free
From messy trash and debris
With air that’s clean and fresh and clear
For all to breathe from year to year.
We must never ever abuse
Our sweet Earth that’s ours to use.

WHITE FLAG

I stare into this crazy world,
waving a small white flag,
hoping to find a truce to this
madness, that is life;

I wonder how can I be
sane when my mind is constantly
occupied by a barrage of things
that life seems to be throwing at me, nonstop!

I used to sit and watch the leaves fall,
watch the people scurrying about to find a meaning,
searching for the unknown;

now I am one of them,
scurrying to find what I lost,
searching for something that I know nothing about,
yet something that is so essential to life or so they say;