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At Play

Did they tell you

you must fight

to survive, take

to succeed, scheme

to win, your life

a pawn in a zero sum

world, and is that all

 

you know? You could

play a different game.

 

Do not fear

for your life

to mean nothing

for every word

you speak echoes

 

to others. We cannot help

but leave traces. We are

immortal in human

memories. What is

eternity anyway?

 

Or is it pleasure, creature

comfort you seek yet

what balm greater

than peace?

 

This is a strange kind

of abundance, giving

more emptying grows

you, a vessel

hollowed out by light

overflowing.

 

Standing at the Border

A reflection on “The New Colossus”  by Emma Lazarus

 

I thought I was

a lighthouse. I

raised my hand for the job.

 

I thought myself a

beacon of refuge at the

door of dreams. Shining

with invitation

I turned away

no one. It was not mine to

give, this air of

freedom; it was only mine

to welcome.

 

Weathered, jaded

no longer alight

with idealism, would

that I could

set down my lamp

and my words

and with

both hands free,

gather my own.

 

 

 

 

Thank you to Spirit Caller Magazine for publishing another poem of mine: https://archive.org/details/SpiritCallerMagazineVol02Issue03

 

Spectacles by Lurana Brown

Thank you to Postcard Poems and Prose for publishing my poem!

Art Credit - PP&P Staff Art Credit – PP&P Staff

Lurana Brown is a palliative massage therapist and pianist and is studying to be a midwife-to-the-dying. She operates her business as a gift economy. She’s been called oversensitive, serious, and most of all idealistic, but she’s sticking with her laissez-faire faith that light can break through any darkness. She thinks the most beautiful things in the world are wilderness and grace. Lurana’s poems have been published by the Blue Hour, Shoe Music Press, Shout Out UK, Spirit Caller Magazine, S/tick, and Swimming with Elephants. She can be found at www.luranabrown.com and has a few illustrated poems available at Redbubble: http://www.redbubble.com/people/luranabrown.

The author wearing her most favorite pants ever. The author wearing her most favorite pants ever.

Looking less serious at a luau. Looking less serious at a luau.

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Keeping Company

Keeping company in the dark

our eyes grow accustomed

to each other’s shadows.

 

It was shades of gray all along

with shapes less fearful

for familiarity.

 

Let us not be forced

into harsh, unwelcoming brightness

but wait for a more gentle dawn

together.

 

“We need the tonic of wildness…At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”
Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods

Lines in the Sand

“Flags make poor cover for displaced children…” Thank you to ShoutOut UK for publishing another of my poems: http://www.shoutoutuk.org/2014/09/14/lines-sand-poem-lurana-brown/

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