Rustling grasses
Break the quivering silence
Then fade in the roar
Tag Archives: Poem
Not a Battle
Not a battle but a slaughter
Limbs and pieces
Scattered across the field
In careless piles
While the survivors endure,
Slashed but standing,
Leafless and deformed,
As the attackers move on.
A Question of Happy
Is it the drinks?
The board games?
The football?
Is it the gifts?
The cake or cards?
Friends or family?
A bit of each?
Or none at all?
A Choreography of Sound
Her fingers don’t race across the strings –
They dance.
First allégro, with forceful, staccato beats
Of hammer-ons and pull-offs.
Then, lyrical, sliding smoothly
And gracefully from note to note
And chord to chord in a ballet
Of highs and lows, building
To dramatic catharsis:
A choreography of sound.
Corrupted
Data stored.
Error!
Memory corrupted,
Erased, or misplaced:
New details added, old
Turned around,
Into confusions, fears, frustrations
And tears.
Willing Prisoners
An invisible tractor beam holds them in thrall,
Caged in place by color and sound.
The key to their freedom lies close at hand,
Yet nobody moves at all.
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