
Isn’t it amazing
Beautiful harmonies
Left and Right can make?
Playing different roles
Tapping different keys
In concert creating songs.
Your music wouldn’t be as rich
Feeling unbalanced
If one side were excluded.
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Isn’t it amazing
Beautiful harmonies
Left and Right can make?
Playing different roles
Tapping different keys
In concert creating songs.
Your music wouldn’t be as rich
Feeling unbalanced
If one side were excluded.
Check out my other poems here.
I drank daily eight glasses of water…
Sometimes ideas need to start broad. That is how the mind often works. We name a category before we narrow it into something specific and concrete.
Turn off the clamor that cools your crop, shut down the slurs that snap your spirit.
Author’s Note: I wrote this poem a few summers ago when I saw racism take a more visible hold in our country again. At the same time, I was struggling with weeds from the empty lot across the street invading my lawn at the same time, so I tried to make a comparison between the two. The heat I mention in the last stanza is meant to represent putting somebody through a refining fire that will hopefully change hate into, at the least, understanding. Please share this poem if you appreciate my thoughts and want to help convert the toxic weeds that have invaded our gardens.
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