“This poem is dedicated to all who are in need and the ones who died waiting. For World Peace”
He waits for the smoke to clear,
His eyes brown as a Blessed pear...
Could the dusk cleanse his fear?
His mother comes home raped with lust’s
tainted spear...
The wind aches for freedom,
A tree weeps in her dying breath...
The children crave for wisdom,
Bullets relish peace’s empty death...
The crying sky aches for a cloud,
Rain thus comes down to wash a tear...
Eyes look for the moon’s *laud,
Birds hide from the war’s painful
sear...
The poor is naked as the rich eats,
A new sky paints his precious feet...
Hungry as his craving heart beats,
The birds fly again their previous
fleet...
His fingers cry to a blood clot,
The broken nail speaks to him...
A pencil to fill the waiting dot,
He finds beside him a precious grim...
Eyes wait for Heaven’s dream,
Her breath is pale in need...
His face scratched with the crying
seam,
An ice-cream is theirs indeed...
She looks at his empty eyes,
An Iris waits and cries...
The cream speaks to the ice,
The birds now sing in anxious tries...
His eyebrows look at her,
Her eyes still look at them...
The sky’s now an exemplar,
A tree now grows her stem...
The Winter Poet’s Note – We do not fail when we
don’t give; we fail when we can give yet we eat greedy.
Key from the Oxford Reference Dictionary:
*Laud - Praise highly.
*Exemplar – a person or thing serving a typical
example or appropriate model.
