Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Red Lilies Under Broken Ground”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/red-lilies-under-broken-ground/
Red Lilies Under Broken Ground
Do the selfish greedy few Watch the innocent die And bleed upon the morning dew Do they inhale the red dust Above the crumbling homes of trust
Has their warring blackboard Been desecrated by the blood-spattered horde Sacrificed by their beheading swords
The white doves of peace are crying While the red lilies of love Lay under broken ground dying
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
The midweek word/photo challenge is; Family Albums. My article and poem isn’t really about a family album, but these are the photos I took today, depicting the eeriness of our smokey and rainy sky…. Please go and visit the Weekly Prompts site by clicking>>HERE
Above Feature Image: I’m standing in light rain, at the end of my lane, but the sky is still a smokey haze, which is very eerie…..
Left. The smokey sky and sun at end of my lane. Right. The thunderstorm this afternoon
Left. A smokey beach in the morning Right. Looking straight at the sun on the beach
Eerie Sky, Teasing Rain
The eeriness is hard to explain
Our sky is smokey again
But here I stand in the rain
At the end of my dusty lane
Smelling the stench of our fiery haze
Now mixed with the aroma of wet maize
I’m stunned, and unearthly amazed
And Thor’s neon lights add to my daze
This summer storm is yet to fully expound
Tiny drops are struggling to cover the ground
The day’s hot, but our sun cannot be found
And this afternoon’s darkness leaves me spellbound
Footnote: As I’m about to post this article, we are having some heavy rain and there is more forecast for next Monday…. At last the sky is crying over the fires of South-Eastern Australia, hopefully enough to give our firefighters some much needed respite… Yeah.
Nothing here, will ever be the same, in my lifetime
Tonight, in my sleep, I shall carry buckets of lime
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
“Long Way Home” Lyrics, by Tom Waits
Well I stumbled in the darkness
I’m lost and alone
Though I said I’d go before us
And show the way back home
There a light up ahead
I can’t hold onto her arm
Forgive me pretty baby but I always take the long way homeMoney’s just something you throw
Off the back of a train
Got a head full of lightning
A hat full of rain
And I know that I said
I’d never do it again
And I love you pretty baby but I always take the long way homeI put food on the table
And roof overhead
But I’d trade it all tomorrow
For the highway instead
Watch your back if I should tell you
Love’s the only thing I’ve ever known
One thing for sure pretty baby I always take the long way homeYou know I love you baby
More than the whole wide world
You are my woman
I know you are my pearl
Let’s go out past the party lights
Where we can finally be alone
Come with me and we can take the long way home
Come with me, together we can take the long way home
Come with me, together we can take the long way home
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 