After we post Instagram pics: ample booty
red lips round faces these happy pouts
out with our besties—
after we subtweet lyrics to our ex: #badforwomen
so everyone knows the song is about him,
we wish now for one more night,
for someone new to take the stage, someone
to sing the world’s broken hallelujah whole again.
When blinded by our differences
Life often makes no sense at all,
It’s enough to darken the soul
The world falling apart at the seams
Nothing left but blood and bodies
Images that haunt our compassion
Some people will shout for vengeange
Others will sing songs of peace and love
Finding time to ease the pain
candles among the darkness.
Mourning the loss of innocents
That fall on this twisted earth
United in grief and solidarity
We stand together and cry
Carrying the weight of heartache
The need for blind retribution must die.
Step by step we can run from fear
try to reconcile ourselves with one another.
Clinging on to healing overtones
Find the strength and courage to move on
To a place where hate refuses to grow
To much pain keeps us suffocating
Not sure we can withstand much more.
Lets spread tender inclinations
Build bridges out of destruction
In moments…
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What is this lonely life where
things come at you from all sides?
Children killed in a bomber’s wake
families keen & weep,
homes full of heartbreak.
Only the night before, I was standing
on a bridge over the canal, just another
one of nature’s daughters; streetlamps
reflected in long halos in the dark night
held in the dark water.
An alone moment after social nibbles
in a local pub, after a celebration of words,
poetry, humanity. This morning, I’m alone
and I hear all the news all over the net:
ice cracks a lake open, winds
creak in the star reaching pines,
a deep silence of solidarity.
..
Bethany Rivers (M.A.)
Debut pamphlet due out 22nd July, OFF THE WALL from Indigo Dreams Publishing http://www.indigodreams.co.uk/bethany-rivers/4592595600
It comes home
When it comes home
When he comes home
And she didn’t
It bites hard
When we don’t
Know
Where
to start
when he walked in
and she was carried
out
of the auditorium
the encores still trickling
down
into
into
into
when he comes home
and she didn’t
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