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Monday, April 01, 2024

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National Poetry Month 2024

This is where I will be posting for the month of April, 2024.

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American Dream

Sweet land of liberty where hope and dreams go to die. Another goddamn mirage. Land of pilgrim's pride beckoning the impoverished, the persecuted, the lost, with dreams of opportunity, promises of safety and prosperity. When they land here, land of the free, home of the brave, they are greeted by barbed wire fences. Reviled in a land that speaks in riddles, where each accent is a target, each skin tone a statistic. Their pleas for belonging, echo in marble halls where no one listens, where forms multiply like rats, where hope festers in sterile waiting rooms, lost in the fog of indifference. The sun sets slowly on weary backs, moon a cold witness to dreams that evaporate, laughter dissolving in the roaring night. © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 67/365 Image generated by AI.

Crystalline Divinity

small enough to rest in my palm, yet it casts light across great distances. the crystal in the garden, on its pedestal of ordinary stone, at night becomes the universe, galaxies shimmering in every facet. at dawn, it stretches long shadows, black as velvet. by day, it is a prism, splitting light into rainbows. the crystal in the garden, on its pedestal of ordinary stone, at times luminous, glowing with an inner fire. it witnesses all without intervening. it never fades. even veiled in dust, its beauty remains, waiting patiently for us to see. the crystal in the garden— pure calm, infinite. © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 32/365 Image by AI.

Dragons At Moonrise

What does life have in store for me? Distant church bells ring as rainbow dragons soar in the glow of the moon. I want to love and be loved. I am curious and afraid. Pretending to understand, feeling elated; my heart needs to touch your soul. Worried you might turn your back on me. Filled with wonder and doubt, tears fall at the thought of never seeing you again. Like a vast sea, the universe provides, each crashing wave an opportunity. I dream of fearlessly flying without wings. Yearning, to express my feelings, I am curious and afraid will you accept me for who I am? © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 50/365. Image created with AI.

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