poem – Page 17

Fluffy Patriot

a paw to the flag
meowing the national anthem
a fluffy patriot

I move along the memory lines –
A rosy filter fills me with nostalgia.

Those days before technology –
watching movies with the parents,
and listening to cassette tapes.

I move above the memory lines –
all the filters fall away to reveal

Brown.

The gloaming fades slow
into the cloudy darkness
where there are no stars

The whispering night
scintilla of loneliness
too far from our home

A dream from space,
watching the Earth from the heavens.

Insignificant in size,
wars and genocide ravage the planet.

Up here is the quiet,
a place for contemplation and dreaming.

A jolt from the cat,
the reality of humanity fills the room with

Our Sadness.

The sky is full of AI,
you cannot remember the sun and the sky.

A collection of before,
all is regurgitated into the producer of myth.

For a moment longer,
my mind strays to a sunset of fading colours.

And, the remembering –
our suffering compounded within the absence.

eyes to the starscape
stardust falls on my glasses
the moon, they appear

enigmatic tree
a rustle of lush green leaves
the forbidden words

Autumn leaves moving
into the river vortex
Losing the Autumn

the susurrus sea
revealing the horizon
whispering stories

Within us.
The people of that day said,
“It’s a Primordial urge that will not cease“.

We fled.
Who we were and what we knew was gone
as they round up the masses.

Whispers.
The wind whispers of what we once were
before the madness took hold.