How long the soil
housed tiny souls, pleas ignored –
crimes leave footprints
Plant a rose for each child
blood red to mark evil’s path.
(Image my own. Poem borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson)
Category: current affairs
Things That Confine Me
Islands define us –
attempts to stave off
a ruthless invader
Heritage dictates
reclusive behaviour
shame driving pain
Finding comfort
in solitude, uncertain
if I’ll ever vacate again.
(Tuesday I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.
Image my own)
Viral Madness
Children moan
reflect the day’s gloom
We are virus-cautious
confined indoors
While ‘I-wannas’
buzz at windowpanes
and news feeds mount
the terror – I scream
silently, pray for
uncommon patience
Pause as eagle,
soaring overhead
tips a wing my way
bids me a good day.
(Eugi’s Weekly Prompt is soaring. Image my own)
On The State Of Humanity
Inwardly we glow…
so it’s said
I shudder
ignorance grating
like branches
on my windowpane
Hope is a fox
mesmerizes,
draws me out,
then disappears
If inwardly we glow…
then why am I so cold?
(Image my own.)
Uncertain Times
Like living in the shadow
of a volcano, each complacency
shaken by treacherous rumbles
While some seek equality
others chew on bitter lack
and who profits when
tempers succumb to
the hot lava of anarchy?
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Tired by Langston Hughes
I am so tired of waiting,
Aren’t you,
For the world to become good
And beautiful and kind?
Let us take a knife
And cut the world in two –
And see what worms are eating
At the rind.
(February is Black History Month. Image my own.)
In Line
Faint at the sight of needles
a squeamish gene, I’m sure
Suck it up, adult self admonishes
Child looks away, breath held
Sixty-two years its been thus
too many pokes to count
And now there is new promise
a vaccine to ward off the virus
Hope reduced to one tiny vial
believe me, this sleeve’s rolling up.
(Written for Reena’s Exploration challenge. Image is the prompt.)
Neglect
Oil glistens
contaminates
drinking water
250 evacuated
25 years of
boil-water advisory
an elder recites
and now this
We’re not animals,
adolescents rally
but ears turn away
government wheels rust
Neskantaga First Nation
want to go home
to live with dignity
know their human rights
Do they know
a .05% increase
in corporate taxes
would suffice
For the 73%
of First Nations
also lacking
this basic need
Acknowledge
prioritize
address
It’s all they ask.
(Written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #168. Image and information sourced from :
ctvnews.ca
and Government of Canada: https://canadians.org/fn-water)
After the Storm
Silent aftermath
sanctity violated
nuance exploded –
Will democracy endure?
What grows beneath the ashes?
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuston. Image my own.)
In 2021, I Woke Up
This year the plague came
and I blamed the wind
for carrying destruction
and I blamed the sun
for its ineptitude
and the rain,
no friend of mine,
only served to drown
my expectations.
Lockdown
and social distance
masks and antiseptics
how was a soul
to survive?
Pushing 2020
out the door
certain relief
would follow
but change is not
a date on the calendar
a release of circumstance
I turned inward
faced the gloom
and found a spark
forgave the weather
the virus, the news
In 2021, I woke up…
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge: I woke up in 2021… Image my ow
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