Wednesday, 26 April 2017

i woke this morning

i woke this morning

to a neutral voice intoning
bombs in marketplaces
and refugees washed upon the shore

to music of breath and skin
dark cascade of pillowed hair
gossamer feather of touch

to dreams of justice
from the vast sea's edge
to beyond the distant shore

to a jacaranda blue day
dancing through the curtain
and kookaburras' chorus of song.

First published at Gnarled Oak

1 comment:

  1. Good post, I am not a poetry person but I always admire good writing. This is surely one thing which needs to be admire. Thank you for sharing it with us