An ode to my sweet Carolina.
Tag: poetry
A psalm of lament
How long, O Lord?
There should be hymns in the air
There should be hymns in the air on Sunday,/The children laughing at school on Monday.
Anthem for a Doomed Country
A poem for the fallen.
In Kharkiv Fields
In Kharkiv fields sunflowers grew/Before the tanks came rolling through.
Writ in Water
Who tells your story?
Why is it that good men die?
Why should they lie, open-eyed,/Beneath an unforgiving sky?
in the event of my death
If I should die, do not say this of me.
Skyline
My life is a cityscape.
unfeeling
when i have fears, he said.
Moriah Sharpe 