Wednesday, Bloody Wednesday (a Tanka)

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!!

He shot all the children down

Sandpits fill with blood

Bullets again pierced our hearts

Rightful laws still can’t be found

Ivor Steven (c) May

The Disappearance of Decency

Introduction

Naked I stand before Him
Stripped of common decency
Debased, I kneel crying
Sad words fall like rain
Tanks are still rolling
Over the Ukraine
My Tanka’s are scrolling
Down their bloody drains

Tanka #1. Sad Sky

False words smudge old clouds
Gray clouds hang under sad sky
The sad sky decries
“Children are our butterflies
And please stop the warring lies”


Tanka #2. Broken Biscuits

Life is imperfect 
Like broken war-time biscuits 
Re-connection waits 
Reconciliation stops 
Life’s sweet shortbread’s unopened 


Tanka #3. Abandoned

May the stormy winds
Calmly abate in Europe
And bring peace quickly
Do not forget the children
We cannot abandon them

Epilogue

Cover me
Give me beauty
Inspire me
Calm me
Save me
From that deadly bee
Above the Black Sea

Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

Silently Sliding Away

Today’s path is a moist slipway

Of moss covered tears

Sliding into His sacred bay

Full of dreams from bygone years

Silently revealing ripples of calmer days

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 2020

Tonight, In The Dark

My tears are only droplets

Into a sea of grief

 

Despite my cloudy tears

I see, there above

The night sky is clear

Despite my inner gloom

I see, there above

A bright crescent moon

Despite my blinding wonder

I see, there above

She’s cradling a shining star

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020

Sorrow

Sorrow

 

A young light has gone

May my tears anoint his soul

Taken far too soon

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020