We Must Be Their Succour

 

Our world constantly on a screen

Thus we cannot deny the screams

Images presented to prick our souls

Of those with hollow food bowls

Nature’s Art

The rhythm of this tan and white pattern

embellishes the mother child canvas

A small face against the adult backdrop

An image defined in hide on hide

Babes On The Run

Photograph: Tracey Kruger

All there is is the now

Mother’s milk, sun’s warmth

Day, followed by night

White Split

Streaming white jet trail
slices sky and continent

Such Is Our Lives

What is this we ask of life’s winding path?

This portrait which deepens with rich texture,

laid down light seeps past Fate’s inflicted grasp

and autumn’s patina quietly matures.

Friends and family gone, soaked into the weave,

such are melded into our tinted grain,

lives which imbued us and leave us to grieve.

Fleck and daub, brush and stroke – thus our form’s ordained.

So, breathe in the sea’s essence and do pause,

feel those loved lost who form the ocean’s call.

Answer with your smile and hear their applause,

the smell of brine drawn deep into your soul.

So long as we breathe and hearts do call,

so long live us and our lives enthrall.

Have A Laugh

Photograph by David Vacy

If you think that life’s a laugh

If you contemplate a day of mirth

If you believe that clowns are daft

And there’s a giggle across the earth

Obedience

Regimented lines

run perpendicular

in their regimentation

 

Thousands of pawns

form a tessellation of hypnotic commitment

Shredded History

Credit:  Alaa Al-Marjani/Reuters

 Previously dominant forces

marked the land with statures

Brave warriors atop their sleek steeds

enduring symbols of power

 

Stone laid upon stone

by the rulers’ minions

Their sweat leached

into the each sculpted colossus

 

Bronzed horsemen,

stationery through centuries,

halted mid stride

in their supremacy

 

To mark a new power,

a contemporary behemoth,

invading hordes must obliterate

past anthropological ascendancies

 

Bronzed demigods must be

reduced to steel wire and rubble

This is an essential component

of the senselessness of war

Dark Art

Physique ripples with images

Lines curve into faces, skulls, screams,

one rolls into another

on a skin canvas

Taking Fun Where You Can

A reprieve

amid the horror

of bombs dropping,

mortar shells exploding,

the whine of jets overhead