Thursday, December 17, 2020

Some Poems

 For all those who died -

Many thousands more tried,

Standing on the edge; A void 

of colour and light

To step back into bleak & grey

To live yet another day 

Of futility and fight.  


If music is in silence -

Rythm is in form,

Melodies are made of color &

Moods dance in shadows of light.


Snail atop a high wall

Conquest of its Everest?

A flick, it flies down.


Dark night, crickets cry

Stars circle silently,

Some fall down, becoming fireflies.


A tall swing sways 

Between high palms,

An old woman swings

Singing wavery psalms.