Karrie Chambless's Page

Anything is subject for a poem :

A catalog of boxing equipment, a collage of other poems,

Serpentine trail of incense, raised deer fur, old shoes pointed pigeon-toed,

Glass and steel cityscape, almond eyes of a saint, weeping tiny flowers,

Sunlight on whitewashed walls, blue shadows of stooped women,

A spring mousetrap, a trickle of blood in the…

Can I please keep my head in the sand, 

and not be informed of every injustice in every land?

It breaks my heart, it makes me cry.

I feel hopeless to help, and think "Why even try?"

Uncountless wars, plain hating each other,

whatever happened to "Love your brother"?

And sisters, too, lest we forget.

Who the hell's gonna throw us a net?

They're taking away our human rights,

and we're all on the net, too…

Made of twigs, perched high in the sky 

atop a smoke stack, not hidden from thine eye.

The twigs they poke, let in the smoke,

it hurts and I feel blind.

Safety is fleeting in the nest,

it's positioning is quite volatile.

I'm going, you're coming, I'm coming, you're going,

yet we watch over it all the while.

I know it will not last forever,

the wind will eventually blow it down.

But not until all that we…