For Richard and Nazanin They will starve, the world watching His skin bruised by the years of Loneliness and deprivation Of his family. ———————– Her song of a deathly fast To cry for freedom and To be with her loved ones To walk to the park and Play on the swings with her Beautiful beloved… Continue reading Richard and Nazanin
Month: June 2019
The Bee Loud Glade of death
The yellow striped torso caught the sun, revealing the trembling tiny hairs and fragile filigree wings working with God to nurture nature, and so —- the bee flew over the fence to the fragile flowers opening to the sun, and heard the happy buzzing of harvest; as he sipped sweetness of stamens and —- packed… Continue reading The Bee Loud Glade of death
Bodies in the Waves.
The boy stood on the burning deck sun scorching skin and salt seared lips, and still she stood and still he searched til a shocking shout, “Bloody hell!” “We’ve found them!” ——————————— An ark of horror, a wallowing craft sinking slowly, and bodies bobbing and cherished children, and wounded women, wracked and weary, staring in… Continue reading Bodies in the Waves.
The Blackbird
The blackbird sang his troubled song so loud and urgent – Calling calling. Where is his brown beauty? Was she the one we found flown her body to rest near the Holy one? And his cry goes on and his tender tearless eyes search for his beloved in vain.