Freedom – Smith Shine Poetry

Aye Ready

I found a pen in the darkness, where you left me. Words they found me beaming, when the soul cried out for meaning. It was not the violence, but the constant undermining. Through the cocooned gas and dust, a hand swept. I saw the stars. The same hand that broke the boom and saved theContinue reading “Aye Ready”

Remembering

Feels like I’ve been here so long. So I strain to think back, to when things weren’t so wrong. But all I see is my hands cuffed in a sweatbox. So I strive even harder, trying to forget about locks. No! I’m in a cold court cell and like a scared snail, I retreat aloneContinue reading “Remembering”

Thoughts in my old mans truck

We lent my old mans truck filled that monster up, and headed southwest across the border.In wellington wet walks your face shone a smile. With red wine and firelightI know a part of heaven my eyes have seen.Raindrops on the ifor ping, in Swallow falls I am aware love is strong.I am here whether rightContinue reading “Thoughts in my old mans truck”