I am so tired of waiting,Aren’t you,For the world to become goodAnd beautiful and kind?Let us take a knifeAnd cut the world in two –And see what worms are eatingAt the rind. (February is Black History Month. Image my own.)
Faint at the sight of needlesa squeamish gene, I’m sure Suck it up, adult self admonishesChild looks away, breath held Sixty-two years its been thustoo many pokes to count And now there is new promisea vaccine to ward off the virus Hope reduced to one tiny vialbelieve me, this sleeve’s rolling up. (Written for Reena’s […]
Oil glistenscontaminatesdrinking water250 evacuated 25 years ofboil-water advisoryan elder recitesand now this We’re not animals,adolescents rallybut ears turn awaygovernment wheels rust Neskantaga First Nationwant to go hometo live with dignityknow their human rights Do they know a .05% increasein corporate taxeswould suffice For the 73%of First Nationsalso lackingthis basic need AcknowledgeprioritizeaddressIt’s all they ask. (Written […]
Silent aftermathsanctity violatednuance exploded –Will democracy endure?What grows beneath the ashes? (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuston. Image my own.)
This year the plague cameand I blamed the windfor carrying destructionand I blamed the sunfor its ineptitudeand the rain,no friend of mine,only served to drownmy expectations. Lockdownand social distancemasks and antisepticshow was a soul to survive? Pushing 2020out the doorcertain reliefwould followbut change is nota date on the calendara release of circumstance I turned inwardfaced […]
Is there an itinerary for this lockdown?I watch as engagements line up Adventure-seekers, eager to connectwillingly engage, purchase a ticket How I would give my life to be a parthop aboard a sailing ship, escape Except disability has recalled my passport;I am a vehicle without fuel, grounded Disappointment and I watch as familiar faces venture […]
A preacher dominatessix o’clock newsmegaphone voicecommanding protestmask-less hordes roar A young repairmanoffs his mask with distasteclaims it’s all a hoax,the cure is withhelda ploy to control –read it on the internet. A friend whose wisdomand words have inspiredconfesses she’ll not acceptvaccination, as her lifeis in God’s hands. And from behind a curtainof despair, I observeas […]
Remaining silhouetteof a leader –hero was expected –instead, hit with quirkiness Unaffected by indifferenceaccepting his alibishis ego bloodies we remain strangers Ride alongas hive buzzes lieshe sulks at refusalscommands attention Reputation shreddedstill holds appealgobsmacked intelligence –and so it goes on. (Image my own.)
Roses, hydrangeas we are as flowersin this garden called life Who appointed gardenersto pronounce weedsto extinguish breath? Murder is murderwe are all fallenparadise suffering blight. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)