Haiku

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Through many windows,

you watch my well-crafted life,

devoid of details.

 

Shawn R. Jones (2013)

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Our Inheritance

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Our Inheritance

 

I do not see the need  to

dine with Kings and Queens.

I am a queen

and my husband-

my king,

and we prefer

to dine alone.

Every glass – a goblet

Every chair – a throne,

and everywhere

we sleep – a royal bed,

and every place

we step,

red carpet red.

Shawn R. Jones (2013)

 

Author of the devotional book, Pictures in Glass Frames   http://t.co/BxiNwWRG

and the poetry chapbook, Womb Rain, 

http://www.amazon.com/Womb-Rain-New-Womens-Voices/dp/1599242699/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1337717218&sr=8-1

My Fall

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My Fall

Shawn R. Jones

Fall reminds me of the days

I used to trip over cracked

sidewalks and crinkled brown

leaves on the way back from fourth grade.

In my memory, leaves went from

green to brown.

There was no gold on the way

to Stanley Homes Village

from West Side Complex.

Back then, fall was a return

to a school where boys with

no fathers would chase me

home, and I, too, was

fatherless and fearful.

I was afraid of them and

they were afraid of the world and

the world was afraid of us,

and with all that fear

no one took a moment to understand

that we were just children-

all of us,

me, the boys, and

the world.