QUILTS OF COLOR

We are the resistance,
we are the existence
of free verse,
for what it's worth,
from sky to Earth,

and we heed the word
when imagination calls,
filling life,
and its hallowed halls,

fighting for space
in an empty place,
no matter how small
the words may fall,

we are the specks
in a quilt of color,
the love of a mother,
the hands of a brother.

Reviews

[Bmmed94]

This is a simple yet complex piece of poetry, well done.

[Rene Velez]

Thank you, much appreciated

[Bmmed94]

No problem