Carvers and Hulahoops

she says hey no laughing

but she feels them quickly carving

little words onto the backs

of chairs that tread on seas black

gold and silver white trees

are dancing in their eyes and then she sees

the deepness of their feelings

and the softness of their concealing

their coats are fur and ragged teens

are seething in their collars

who are these beings

who are they? who are they?

she asks and asks again

but no one answers

no one can

she tries to speak but then her throat

it’s caught it’s hoarse her voice is but an empty threat

the stars upon the brows of those

she once only lived in terror of

were shining now with hulahoops

of brand-new hope and daydream

there was hope still yet in her own head

but no one had ears to listen

so she told herself and told her mind

and though she didn't understand

she praised herself and believed she did

a good job and that when her voice returned

she would feel the same again

Division

the saddest thing is division – for we are all the same, as we always have been, and will always be. where has the need for superiority come about? it has come from pride. and from there has come a desire for false glory, through war and death and murder and violence – it is all false. there is no glory but in goodness, kindness, humbleness, happiness – there is none of that to be found in those times. of course a being may believe in good intentions, and may have them...but it all is done wrongly and unkindly. that is enough to support this. unkindness is never welcome. there is no need for war. what do you gain from it? land? oil? money? what is all that compared to the loss of human life, whether physically, in mind or in heart?

Karen Ng