Why Revolution Suffers – Poems

Blackjack – Too Many

 

You know who that boy is

Who calls out ‘Ma’ as if

It were the most painful word?

 

It isn’t you – but it so easily could be.

 

 

A Lost Song

 

Clothes only dry

When the rain comes.

 

She is dying to betray

Love’s silken sway.

 

She dries her hands

In damp southern sands.

 

A marriage on the rocks

Where hunger, famished, stalks.

 

She blooms like an olive tree

Too close to the salty sea.

 

Clothes only dry

When the rain comes.

 

 

Anchors Laid

 

The years only pass

When the shoreline retreats.

 

A tree is felled:

We are all well.

 

Homes lose their families

And the street learns to lie.

 

Waves tortured by ADD

Drown out dreams

That never set sail.

 

 

Veiled Letter

 

Foment,

Raining down like sunflowers;

All this movement

Dearly intolerable.

A bouquet in the window

Watered by a bride’s dreams.

A bouquet in the window

Deprived the dance of the wind.

This stillness, too,

Is intolerable.

The bride.

 

 

Revolution: Check The Expiry Date

 

Sitting in the midst

Of a revolution long-since expired

I see a minaret

Longing for a revolution preserved.

 

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