Poetic Journeys & Exceptions


Destiny binds its roots
in the writhing soul
of our own imperfections

Winter Green

Winter Green: photograph – Ilona Rapp

its wisdom too complex
to parse, its delicate leaves
lashed by winds of greed

Its branches hacked bare
in peremptory spasms
of cold calculations

Rigid matrixes,
eschewing integrity
in the nefarious logic

of profits and loss,
until the solution to
generating Peace
is a fatal exception

and hope forms
the single thread
which anchors us
to eternity.

©Ilona Rapp 2017 All Rights Reserved

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