Red stains
and chalk outlines
dirty his hands
as the drawing
comes to life
on the path
we stand.
© Brenda Aksionov 2015
Red stains
and chalk outlines
dirty his hands
as the drawing
comes to life
on the path
we stand.
© Brenda Aksionov 2015
Holding tight
onto the light
of a long lost memory
and losing sight
as tears bite
into every sensory
cell of my body.
© Brenda Aksionov 2015
Spiritual essence
its fertile orenda
guides all life
with ancient agenda
upon whose wisdom
journeys surrender
to their knowledge.
© Brenda Aksionov 2015
Defying nature
poachers swoon
to a lunatic lullaby
in callous tune
of evil deeds
driving to extinction
animal breeds.
© Brenda Aksionov 2015
Your presence
suddenly vanished
your banter
quietly banished
my heart
deeply tarnished
without you.
© Brenda Aksionov 2015
Caged and wild
instincts undressed
fake environment
a life compressed
within four walls
artificially processed
for entertainment.
© Brenda Aksionov 2015