I have a wise friend
Who says
There can be no winner
In a nuclear war
Plants, people, animals
Flash away in an instant
Of incendiery fury
And those who served
As the trigger for the gun
Become victims of their own design.
What a waste
Such a waste
There are no winners
In a nuclear war.
he travels through time
without me
loses me as he wanders in decades past
or generations yet to come
I can’t follow him there
see what he smells
paint the views
blank canvases remain untouched
yet touch can bring him back to me
sometimes I hold his hand and hope
and if I’m blessed with success
I pierce the heavens he travels
strains of Moody Blues set his feet to dance
his arms envelop me in yesterday
weave us together in strands of memory
randomly plucked from a mind that wanders
he sails without me now
is not lonely as I who left behind
wander through the world bereft
wondering when he’ll pause again
come back to me just one more time
not to dance assunder but be with me
hold my hand and in my eyes
see love reflected and love recall
No Winner
Gives me pause. Violence seems to rule the nation. A young policewoman was killed in the line of duty. The suspect is still alive after hours of shots fired and negotiations. There is no winner.
won’t you come and live with us?
I’ll protect you she says
tears in her eyes.
I pause in painful silence
that a child so young could perceive
needs she should never imagine
I’d rather have my entrails torn
from my bloodied body
heart still beating life into my being
than know this innocent
already knows the depths of fear
palpable yet unspoken between her elders
her future lies in the balance
and I am powerless to protect her
from a mother who has no soul