fallout

There are wildfires in Canada. And though they are thousands of miles from the Blue Ridge Mountain foothills where I live, the hazy air tastes of ash and sulfur. We are eerily connected by the very air that we breathe. Our man-made boundaries rendered meaningless by our mother the earth.

fallout

smoke settles in the hollows
mutes the blue in ruddy haze
breaching vain borders
we breathe the same air

~kat

Naani Poem


The Naani poem has its roots in India. It’s a modern day type of poem. It has four lines only. The entire poem can have 20-25 syllables. there is no restriction concerning the theme of the poem.


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