What Lies Broken

Bluebirds chatter-build where cheeping sparrows 
forbid amid chirping hatchling swallows. 

Cacophony of greed imperatives 
masks grounds to seed. My male relatives

hang grimly to the dying ways to feed 
a pattern we no longer need. Succeed 

by cash amassing. Don’t heed as sisters, 
in tune with those who bleed–resisters

who seed their fear in angry deeds–ask why 
we turn away from sun, instructive sky 

to count the hoard, ignore the cry. I speak 
my truth in crumbling story’s pique.

Inspired by: Grounds.

Featured image: High winds knocked this perfect robin’s egg from a nest hidden and unreachable in a tangle of trees.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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