© 2025 by Michael L. Utley

(#373)

burning stars
pinpoints of candle light caught
in her tears

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(#374)

in my sorrow
my words struggle to take flight
the empty page

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(#375)

in my quiet world
poetry exists not in my ears
but in my heart

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(#376)

children played here once
now only ghosts linger
this broken world

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(#377)

lock the temple doors
we mustn’t let reality
taint our holy minds

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(#378)

our humanity
bleeds out in Gaza and Ukraine
just another day