Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
~ Percy Shelley
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This time Christine V. Paintner has chosen community as her inspiration. To join in the fun, take a look at the photo and write a poem about community. When I hear the word community, I think of close friends, neighbors, who form a warm and supportive circle around me ~ a circle which I participate it ~ giving and taking. Sometimes I give more, sometimes I take more. In a real community, no one keeps an account.
Or at least, we shouldn’t.
For some, community may mean stifling, adverse peer pressure, keeping up with the rich neighbors. But that’s not a community at all ~ that’s just strangers living in proximity of each other, or loved ones living like strangers.
Here is my contribution:
The push and pull
Of flesh and blood
Never lets up.
Like a security blanket
Outgrown –
Tattered and thin.
It can still choke
The life breath
Out of creativity.
Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela
What does community mean to you?
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