Call – Environment, Theme of the Month Response – Folk Lore Observed – Floating Feathers, a Folk Art Poem – by Mimi Peterson, WIR #17 Folk culture comes to pass thru generations. Friends gather to share ideas, they repeat news, tell tales of events, and, perhaps, anecdote the next project’s story board with pictographs and…
Category: Poetry
Gods Mercy
I may not understand you in your totality but I feel your energy as if you are a part of me I know you are a part of me Because my deepest desires and deepest fears that I do not dare to speak out of my mouth but in the secret chambers of my heart,…
I need to know
Should I stay or should I go Tell me please I need to know Your harsh truth has brought me to my knees Would you be so kind to set me free But if you’d rather have me stay There’s a few things we have to convey I’m not trying to change your ways Healing…
Who am I
Fumbling around in the dark Fighting faceless monsters Collecting scars like badges That tells stories of repeated lessons Or flawless victories Desperately trying to find light To be able to see what battles are ahead The pressure of wanting to be seen, heard and understood Without trails and obstacles in place Building character by learning…
Roses are red, water is cleansing
She walked along the riverbank Heart drenched with sorrow Eyes searching for a savior Mind wandering through flashing life memories She wore white for this occasion As if she were arriving for a baptism Only she was preparing for her ending She was over it This thing called the human experience The more she thought…
Prayer and offerings
Family gathering for the living and deceased Table spread with savory foods, rich bread, and sweets A voided space between realms filled with laughter Candles lit for prayer, protection, and to guide our loved ones along the way Water poured into fancy glasses for libations and hydration Music playing to raise the frequency of the…
Bath house
Bath House. Private. Hidden sanctuary that only the lost souls can find. The map is their sorrow, their tears a stream of tranquil waters and their longing for healing keeps them afloat. Bath house. Private. Hidden sanctuary that only the broken souls have the password for admission. When they arrive at the gate, the whispers of…
Event Announcement + Four Poems
Before the final poems that I’ll be posting in my tenure as the Racine Writer-in-Residence, I want to say thank you to all the readers who have visited over the past six months. I would also like to invite everyone to attend the Open Mic & Performance Showcase I’ll be hosting as my community project…
Blue Light
In case you care — thoughI doubt you will — I want to sayI forgot what I wanted toGoogle when I woke upthis morning. I’d lain awakea few times last nightobsessively wondering but notwanting to expose my eyesto blue light. I awokethis morning, tired and sore,kept up by my mindas usual wanting to know,when learning…
On Seeing Cezanne’s “Pines and Rocks”
branches fracture sky
ArtRoot Writer-In-Residence 