For Yemen

Dead eyes see nothing,
for life has gone from their bodies.

Their blood mixes with the dust
as the Earth tries to cover our shame.

The broken bodies of unjust wars,
their silence goes unnoticed by many.

You fear the ghosts of the dead,
yet you turn away as bombs kill the living.

A selective concern for war,
there is always a right side and a wrong side.

Funnelled news distorts your mind,
thinking too deeply cuts into internet shopping.

You curse Russia for the war in Ukraine,
yet you don’t know where Yemen is on a map.

Inspiration: Tentative, Perfumed, Bridge

Ivory and Rose
a soft complexion

Bathed in sunlight
warm Ivory and Dusty Rose

Lovely almond eyes
hide unexplored longings

Love moves on the wind
flowers release the scent of summer

To be your only love
scented and waiting for you to arrive

A hesitation sees you turning away
courage to speak the words

You stop, freeze and turn around
a look is enough
for me to know
Your love for me is now enough

The Dinner Party

The dinner party begins
by the shadows of amber candlelight.

Dinner is served to the
sound of a flirty swing and jazz band.

Mad and wild vibes flow
as their manners and decorum vanish.

The band plays wild jazz
as the dinner table begins to vibrate.

The guests and hosts lose
control as the glass starts breaking.

Everyone dances wildly to
the end of everything as the house
collapses around them.

Another Life

Shadows deepen
Sun flows through the windows
Unable to touch so much
Carpet burnt by the sun in places

If there are ghosts, they are laughing
they’ve seen so many hearts before
The folly of the footsteps lingers
We repeat the customs in different bodies
Death and life take on a cog-like view

Passed down from stone to stone
No women at the helm until now
Wasted spaces on ancient customs
Looks of wonder, some anger

The carpet remains for now
Tattered and dingy in the stuffy places
Cranky vacuums inflict various opinions
Sworn enemies in love for so long

Shadows deepen in the room
A tree from outside wants to sit for tea
Birds flee from the windows
The final curtain closes on another life

Dead flowers litter tables
We will keep them on the stem again
Dad would have been sad
Another set of footsteps lost

Image – Church Cloisters – Atomhawk – DeviantArt