What you know not might be nought
not when you think of it.
What you know not
like darkness, is scary, slippery and gripping.
A step in this darkness
like a million year's walk in eyes blindfolded.
Better it is, not taken
and better it is the humble pie to swallow
to pursue clarity and even make amends.
It pays.
Wednesday 28 February 2018
Tuesday 20 February 2018
No, not one.
Is there any excuse?
No, not one.
If even there be
I will say it not
I wont say it all.
No, not one.
If even there be
I will say it not
I wont say it all.
Thursday 8 February 2018
2017 Unesco Poem of The Day
Pressing
heavy on the shoulders bold
in
anger, bitterness and regret born
She
marches on!
Her
whole life hanging on a hold
imprisoned
in a wooden sieve
She
marches on!
Weighed
down by a baby at the back
lungs
exhaling, sweat oozing up
She
marches on!
Weariness
disfigured her face
not
knowing how far a hand on a third leg will go
when
the whole body it holds
She
marches on!
While
at her side the falling sun rays
a
lip opens to close
in
a lost speech
in
unfound thoughts.
Yet
her screams follow her on
her
feet painted by the noon dust
to
send her hand into her mouth
finding
hope in her beating heart
Oh
help her march on!
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