The light of experience illuminates
the wealth of knowledge expounds
but the real truth lies
behind the words
in the depths of the speaker’s soul.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #48 photo prompt.
Image credit: Mohammad Hoseini Rad – Unsplash
Purple robes from the snot of snails, rays from the tails of mango-fed cows.
Colour-wash fades, dribbles down the page,
Feeble brush strokes
weep over wet
paper.
In a misery of contempt she kicks the traces of her fractious art.
Screw it up and start again!
Ground from stones, hewn from rocks
poisonous pigments from the artist’s jewel box
cobalt and lead, one blue, one red
the venomous tools of her craft.
Carving curves with furious angst
passions explode and erode
while careless cadmium spatterings
join dread smears on the studio floor.
Scissoring through shards of purple-pink silk
the blood on the carpet of despair
raising her brush she rages on
rending the canvas in two.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #47 photo prompt.
Image credit: Elena Mozhvilo – Unsplash
sand
at the back of the throat
chords strung taut
bloated tongue, swells
says nothing.
time
runs through the hourly glass
empty now
confession calls
tell nothing.
life
sands of time spilling out
dunes shifting
time, after all
is nothing.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #46 photo prompt.
Image credit: Dan Grinwis – Unsplash
We watch you dance in the sunlight
admiring your graceful fluidity
your total abandonment
to your art.
We watch you dance from our windows
confined inside, with limbs
no longer able
to obey.
That freedom, which once was ours
lives on, as we watch
while you dance
for us too.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #44 photo prompt.
Image credit: Joel Valve – Unsplash
I come each day, looking for you
one among so many people
displaced, separated
lost.
Parents from children, husbands from wives
brothers, sisters, friends and lovers,
divided in the melee
of disaster.
Each day I come looking for you
one among so, so many
hanging on to hope
searching for a sign.
Day after day, still there is nothing
but I know in my heart
you’re still out there.
And so I wait.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #43 photo prompt.
Image credit: Kyle Glenn- Unsplash
Imprisoned inside a fragile façade
yet your inner light still glimmers
hope leaks out from every pore
and your smile still shines from deep within.
Confined within the corporeal
plagued by withering pain
yet the force that the fans your flame
is fuelled by a sharper source.
Your spark will not be extinguished
your spirit will not be crushed
not yet, while there’s hope
for another, better day.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #42 photo prompt.
Image credit: Lucas Pezeta on Pexels
Little innocent one, so new to the world,
sniffing the air and feeling the breeze.
Is there a place for you?
Little innocent one, so new to the world,
feeling the smoke sting your eyes.
I fear for you.
What will you do when they cut down the trees
and just a patch of your forest is left?
Where will you run when the hunters come
to take you far from your home?
Oh Humanity, think what you’re doing!
Don’t you know her fate
is our future too?
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #41 photo prompt.
Image credit: Lewis Roberts on Unsplash
Walls have ears and doors have eyes
your every move is checked.
Where you’ve been, whom you’ve seen
Examine what you’ve done.
All treachery gets back to me
I’ve something on you all.
Have you pleased me? Did you deceive me?
Maybe you’re the one.
Unnatural needs, wicked deeds
Someone’s betrayed the Cause.
Now choose your cup and drink it up
Will poison be in yours?
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #40 photo prompt.
Image credit: 五玄土 ORIENTO on Unsplash
Also inspired by ‘The Testaments’ by Margaret Atwood, which I finished reading over the weekend. A really splendid book. Here’s my review on Goodreads.
In the world of plenty
a few crumbs falling
from the rich man’s table
is enough to sustain
a little hungry mouse.
Few crumbs fall
in the hidden world of shanty towns,
and now-idle factories;
gold mines and coal mines,
and drought-stricken farms.
You bemoan the closure of
your favourite restaurant
the theatres and the bars;
all the absent opportunities
for late night fun.
While the poor child huddles hungry
in his weeping mother’s lap,
you watch Netflix munching popcorn;
playing pointless games
on your fancy flashy phone.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #39 photo prompt.
Image credit: S Hermann and F Richter on Pixabay
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