evil curses the
righteous cries of the innocent
to their own peril
another day dawns
routine ‘midst chaos
Two Lune poems today. One using word count, 3/5/3 and the other, syllable count, 5/3/5. In crafting these daily micro-poems it is always a challenge to say something substantial in a few lines, a few words. It is more difficult than it appears. Even more, in these times when there is so much to say.