I can feel the lead-weight news in my body
I hold my breath scanning headlines.
News on a knife edge.
Blindfolded bombing,
Vacuumed lungs,
Scarring a nation bone deep.
Head full of doubts fighting for hope.
Risk of a nuclear pyre,
What do billionaire’s do when you take away their toys?
What is going through that man’s head
In that expressionless skull?
Monstruos abuser of fear.
His friends are puppets
I am terrified he is numb.
Exhausted
Harmless people
Locking their homes
With the roofs blown off
To catch a train to evacuee.
Unfamiliar ground
Safer than roofless homes
And an army drilled to kill at any cost.
They tell them, be quick, and leave
Then bomb their path!
I reach for my camera and go,
Walk outdoors
Stand below the umbrella
Of cherry tree silks
To reorientate.
We are not in the firing line;
The duty of morale is ours today.
These freedom pink curls
Lift us smilewards,
Tugging us toward the light
They are the conversation of our earth
Their beauty stems from way deep down
Where the rain water is honest
Away from polluted agression.
🤍
These petal heavy hearts
In a seasonal flutter,
That do chaos proud,
Are proof of goodwill.
Proof of generosity, empathy, love.
The good are moving
Pooling together to buffer
Women and children who have nothing but tears
Petals for peace are a call to action.
Statements of truth,
Blossoming for their rights
Reminding us of ours
🕊
Their weightlessness
Clears space for thought
On another day like today.
