poetry

Peace (unfinished)

I look upon a bird
which isn’t native to my shores
in the hope she makes her home here
for now and evermore
Her feathers promise solace
and her song it calms the seas
of turbulence within the souls
of all this bird have seen

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Last Year’s Rhyme : A Minute of Nonsense

last year’s rhyme was a longer rhyme
funny it felt quite short at the time
but this year’s rhyme is hardly writ
and already we are near the end of it.

I wonder though on next year’s ode
will it in turn take the very same mode
and will that rhyme just stutter and stall
in fact will it even rhyme at all?

Atoms

he thought upon the atoms
and how they’d travelled far
to build these humble ideas
all the way from dying stars
and if the people that he met
were that same star stuff too
and would we in turn be blown like dust
to think these thoughts anew
in some place that time had not yet found
in creatures just like we
long past our sun had died away
in some far flung galaxy

The dream : a short fiction as prose

the ancient ape dreamed
of a future in which
his children
and the children
of his brethren
laid waste to the forest
and poisoned the rivers
to dominate all,
not just the fierce creatures
who preyed upon his brothers
and sisters
but also the small
and seemingly harmless,
these future apes
were both familiar
and unfamilar to him
and his dream troubled him,
as earlier dreams he’d had
those that predicted safe caves
and water holes
and warned of the coming
of long toothed cats
and giant wolves
proved uncannily portentious.

So troubled was he
by the terror his new dream
instilled within his reason
that when he awoke
he sought to counsel
his brothers and sisters,
they knowing of his capacity
for seeing shelter
and food and safety
in dreams
looked at each other and smiled
large white sharp toothed grins
and en masse
smashed his head with rocks
and broken branches,
before deciding to leave
the forest behind
forever.