Just was it? Never what you’d expect.Raw, flesh, bloodied red and dirt earth.Like the taste of water sediment echoing in an empty cup.Now I am taken back. To a foreign land, This terrain my skin. Transformed to a dusty rocky origin.  An old tree, wild life springs about.The scorching sunset quenching her thust by the mirage.A familiar sound blankets the evening. Drowning the silence in long melodies, vowels weaved through tradition of gone days.Red.Dust paints it all.The night rises, like a warrior. Shadows by the blazing flame… crackling bone fire. Chest drums a language foreign to the tongue. An ancestral chant, the warriors' courage.On the Tree of Life, truth sits. A huntress watching. Preying. Is that not just?

The theme for this poem is kindness

The theme for this poem is kindness.

The theme for this poem is kindness.

The theme for this poem.is Kindness

The theme for this week's poetry is Kindness.

The theme for this poem is Kindness

Join me on this quest to self discoery and expression through poetry. The theme for this week's poetry is Kindness.

The these for this poem is kindness... Kindness is seen as a friend that we find after going through loss, reflection and empathy. And from there they are with us as a friend or a shadow.

This is a poetry performance... this theme for this poem is loss.