Swollen With exaggeration's of high quality fusion and feathered touches of invisible light, I built a strength. I hear something still in the distance of what may have been. Perhaps it was my crying. Then, with your salted skin; sand rolled off of the lips of your grassed dune. I felt alive with this find, and dead with the loss. I never knew a breath so full. April Carvalho 1/29/01 Return to Submitted Poetry |
Our People, Our Pride, Our Land! I cannot give back what has been taken, or change the wrong to right. Overcome by the sadness of that week that day that night. I hold you friends,family,those brave and those who were week. Held in a place of warmth and love, a place calm and never meek. In the moments I feel no hope, I trust the faith of our people, the way we have reached out, the way we work to overcome. I wish for safety for peace for love, the destruction to be done. I pray not to forget or set a side the truth, that is so hard to stand. I will never forget, or set a side,our people, our pride, and our land. April Carvalho [email protected] 9/16/01 |