I have no idea what is going on with the formatting of
these blog posts, but I have decided to stop getting wound up by it all and
just plough on regardless...
So - Another poem:
I haven't really decided whether this one is a collection of mini-odes written in a list, or one big rambling poem...
Two thousand years and counting.
How much progress has been made?
Eight billion souls searching for answers.
Dreams more important than air.
I look at the Summer sky.
I feel the Summer rain.
I wish for a Summer romance.
Futile.
Daylight penetrates the darkened windows.
A soldier, undressed, mourns his lost rifle.
Twins, distanced by different adoptions, experience simultaneous toothache.
I watch, exasperated, as my child's ice cream melts to
the floor.
RC 4-7-23
No comments:
Post a Comment