Thursday, 19 January 2012


I would like to share a new poem that I have written:


Falling tears of a fragile truth
quietly splinters apart
Keepers turned hostile with their views
now shuttered and on their guard

Prickles of ice bring cloying change
bergs seperate and adrift
Intangible rods now keep us caged
upon this perilous cliff

Tectonic colleagues dragged under
wondering how best to heal
Smashed against rocks torn assunder
insects turned to cochineal

Cavernous wreckage lies dormant
waiting for moons to wane
Turn a blind eye to its torment
Refuse to play at the game

No-one can still a tornado
or still a violent quake
You can't mould people like play-doh
Let them make their own mistakes

No comments:

Post a Comment