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Truth
Sometimes it’s so loud
you can’t hear it.
Sometimes it’s so soft
it makes the heavens stand still.
©2012 Ginny Gaura
A crowded kindergarten room
filled with trucks and dolls.
It is Play Time,
the hour past Coloring Time
and right before Nap Time.
The crayons and papers
have long been put away.
The smiling people,
stick trees, puffy clouds and corner suns,
all finished and forgotten,
except by the girl with the blue crayon.
Her friend pleads her to come
play with Barbie,
but the young artist says,
“The sky’s not done.”
“Color just the clouds
like everyone else,”
her friend replies.
But the artist continues drawing,
moving the stubby crayon back and forth
across the expanse
until the entire background
is filled in.
* * *
The following selected poems are from a collection of poems entitled
"Poems in the Time of Coronavirus"
I Sing of Myself
I sing of myself
And also of you
For throughout it all
We need eachother
You stand atop your mountain
I am waving to you
from the valley below
Can you see me?
©2020 Ginny Gaura
Cocooning
Mountain or valley,
it doesn’t matter where you are
All of us
Encounter
ups
and
downs
Here we are
in this time of
social distancing
Going within
Cocooning like butterflies
©2020 Ginny Gaura
Isolation
In our period of isolation
We are gifted this:
A time to remember
Our souls
In our solitude,
We can envision
A renewed world
Of harmony and balance
Where love
Is currency
©2020 Ginny Gaura
Soul Battle
A battle wages
for our souls
Our Darkness
Against
Our Light
Our light is not the belief in something beyond
It is seeing
the light within ourselves
So we may see it reflected in another
©2020 Ginny Gaura
Ego
A barrage of arrows
Words phrases names
Wrought with ill intent
Warrior of self
Fighting self
Mirrored in others
Lives with pain
Fights with pain
Harms with pain
Why do you need it
What purpose does it serve
Hatred violence discord
Why not create
A world of meaning
Love peace harmony
Warrior of self
Surrender your bow
To the love within
©2023 Ginny Gaura