you may know from where this comes
from nearby we see,
lives lost at sea,
broken apart on craggy rock,
so grief like the storms themselves,
descends,
whipping the souls of the loved,
so beat upon the leaders door,
cry to community,
to build - to support - to imagine,
a warning beacon!
a light of safety and secured hope!
ruin shall descend no more!
...
now they stand still,
on windless days,
a seagulls home,
watching the five year old,
with giggling smile,
no longer courageous,
no longer galant protectors of love,
mere friends,
with a blade of grass,
that stands for this season in the field nearby,
where does the passion go
where is the fight
why does the beige descend
now neither hot nor cold
now uncontroversial
what invisible force?
what magnetism?
silently and softly tucks the meaning away,
in hidden places,
lost,
lost as deep as the oceans floors,
somewhere but, nowhere at all.
Etches
6th Nov 2019
TWH
\ pointlessness and powerlessness are often not so peaceful, beneath each summer sun and sandy beach lies a treasure of anger and loss.
once with grand purpose
now artefact
some distant anthropologist
will look pretentiously and remark
we of the future will ponder what dreams
once were
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