War and Peace

Anger swirls like sand clouds
across a desert heart
and blood boils under the sun
and skin of betrayal.

Friendships break
lovers part
and pain shoots its arrow
straight into the heart

So angry,
you spit out words
Red hot pokers stoking
the fire’s flames
yet, that same anger itself
is its own destruction.

Lay down your arms
let all that dust settle
let tempers cool
re-think what matters most.
Winning the war at any
and all costs, or
coming to a place of
compromise.

We are all butterflies
some will end with broken wings
and if peace cannot be reached
then maybe
it’s better to let those
friendships fly away.

~*~

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I could have chosen to write a poem about war and peace but instead to put a slightly different slant on it, I chose to write one about the war that can occur in love/friendships.
Being ex voluntary regular armed services (Women’s Royal Army Corps in the 70’s) I always pay my respects with gratitude to those fallen in service of their country or, those who still serve. It doesn’t matter if you are a pacifist who doesn’t believe in war, the fact is, without the armed services to protect it, none of us would have the freedom to say, think, or to express our feelings about anything. I’m proud of those who fought and who still fight to protect our freedom and (to me) each and every one of them are real, every day heroes.

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Unbroken

UNBROKEN

Cocooned

somewhat immune

but a harbour can be a prison, too.

Although safe and sound
solitary confinement
can lead to living fantasy
and harsh realities not willing to be met
still radiate ‘neath truth’s unrelenting gaze.

Forbidden fruit
lays rotting on the ground.

Looking over ones shoulder
the past still gives a nasty nip
every now and then.

Gold waits to be discovered
in someone else’s time
although I planted the seed
it was never truly mine.

Emotions do not crystallize

I live each day and, learn

Speak telepathically
to those I love
transcending all the miles
in thoughts that drench
(compatible with mine)
blend in majestic moonlight
where mystical spirits dwell
amid living waters flow.

I go so deep
(too deep sometimes)

In darkness
other worlds awaken
outside the prison walls

Amuse

Lively faerie’s gather
dance naked before my eyes
across capricious moonbeams
flitting blade to blade
free my thoughts to fly with them
on lightening wing to wing.

Thoughts of friendships born
and of promises made.

Like a Weeping Willow
I bend
Cry a little
then mend

But….

If I am the love of the loved
I remain

 Unbroken.

~**~

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 This is just some thoughts in memories that wanted to have their say and, yet more on how I’d never seen them before, but how much I loved watching fireflies flit and dance through the grass one dark night.

 

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