Roses, hydrangeas
we are as flowers
in this garden called life
Who appointed gardeners
to pronounce weeds
to extinguish breath?
Murder is murder
we are all fallen
paradise suffering blight.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Category: current affairs
Raising Awareness
I see a nation
uniting for a purpose
their pride as buckshot
forging new paths for justice
repairing gaps – room to breathe.
(Image my own)
Remain Steadfast
Illusory this ideation of separation
intricate the webs that bind us
Politicians focus on the holes
pander to the vacuous –
Seekers resonate with connection
consciousness raising awareness
Remain steadfast protestors
your vibrations wide-reaching.
(submitted for Reena’s Exploration challenge: prompt the featured image.)
The Colour of Change
I crave orange –
not the shade of deceit
oozing in political corners
I seek fiery tones
the hues of transformation
the promise beyond this cocoon.
(Image my own.)
What Is Important?
Unity seems an apt response
Yet we pillow fight, toss
sinewy threads of notions…
Is righteousness really
more important than peace?
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Lockdown Tanka
A grackle shimmers
sun highlighting blue – my mood
queer melancholy –
absent knocks, talks, minutiae
remains discomforting din.
(Photo mine)
I Wave, Maintain Distance
Feels so clinical
this measuring
of distance
Neighbours congregate
camaraderie a pull
I hide behind glass
record temperature
blood pressure
Underlying conditions
condemn closeness
Laughter of mask-less
trickles through panes
I pray for strength
clarity of purpose
refrain from joining in.
(For Eugi’s Weekly prompt:Â neighbour)
We Will Rest Not, George Floyd
Brazen with whiteness
four toads
exerted presence
cuffed and killed a man
“I can’t breathe.”
On the front lawn
of America
stripped of empathy
the leader knelt
Not in prayer –
reverence burns his lips –
he knelt with authority
or his version, venomous
Three looked on
ignored pleas
gloated in the horror
of life’s final gasp
Humanity’s blood
now cold
unleashing a scream
a primal, reptilian rage
The offspring
of oppression
and hate
uncoiling
Like snakes
nest disturbed
rising against injustice
burning down the walls
As The Man weaves
his tale of dissonance
casting lines of division
few listen..
Black Lives Matter
drowns the rhetoric
the breakthrough is complete
we can no longer look away.
(For George Floyd and all the others murdered senselessly at the hands of those commissioned to protect. Submitted to Reena’s Exploration challenge: breakthrough. Image my own.)
Hopeful In a Time of Confusion
Anticipate salvation –
the stork master
spews cryptic babble
Is there hope to be had?
Don’t speak forked-tongue
cannot decipher the yarn
Suspect time alone holds truth
experience will betray the lies
integrity winning out in the end.
(Image mine)
Write Me an Ending
Ego fiercely defends
status quo, perceives
movement as predator
Soul craves peace,
provoked by the illusion
division the public glide
How do we manage
when progress, stripped bare
displaces understanding?
Alone, I cycle through
these observations
encounter jammed passages
Dismayed by deviancy
messages aimed to exploit
the vulnerable naked and blind.
(For Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt: observation. Image my own.)
One Woman's Quest 