Bitter remedies
Passed from ear to ear
Bumped into by god’s guiding hand
Lift me and hear me you cry
Silence drowns the sorrow
Love me like your baby
Hold the earth in its purity
Call on the sacrifice of next door’s flowers
My petunias aren’t looking so well
Morning sunrise
Paints another demise
But it’s tonight’s foreign clouds that rain on December’s earthy prize
Remember the sunlight when the storm takes your lives
It only takes a hurricane to batten down your pride
If only we could live alongside
Hand in hand
We wouldn’t destroy the beauty you breed
It’s all greed and lack of humanity
Battle fields that scream for harmony
A love of two nations supported by your protective branch
And I’m sorry, Mr Willow,
For ever tugging on your arm
I hoped you’d laugh with us this way
But I’m told it’s the stars that are shy
(and I can see why)-
When all of the world is tainted by
Misforgivings, jealous demeanours
And we ruin you
So, I’d like to say –
My washing machine is now set
30 degrees cold
So, humble loving
I honour you
The earth is our joy
The foundations of the air I breathe
Sorry for being not so grateful
When all we do is eat and thrive on greed
And all that you want to say
Is written in the clouds today.
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Very sad, but also humourous in places. I like the philosophical elements, good insight. Sometimes just looking at everyday things, and then reminiscing over them, is the substance for a good poem. Take care. Bye.
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