Daily Archives: December 24, 2017

A Tuesday by David Chorlton

I am not a silent poet

The internet provider has,
once again, failed
to provide this morning
while a softening of the darkness
behind Four Peaks promised
that the sun would rise.
The television news was,
as usual, lacking optimism
with a train whose maiden journey
ended buckled on
a bridge with traffic stalled beneath it
in a row of angry headlights.
When the topic changed
to the Tax Bill, No Signal
floated on a screen turned
black. The goldfinches arrived
on time, just as the desert
turned rose where it climbs
up the side of the mountain close by.
The radio efficiently reported
on missiles far away and
roads blocked close to home
while the bedroom window
framed a hummingbird drinking
from a leaf and the light
still wet from Sunday’s rain.

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There comes a time by Michael Peck

I am not a silent poet

There comes a time that we must look at ourselves for what we are and where we have been. Plowing over our dead beneath the ground, compost for the next growth of war presented wrapped like Christmas presents in glory, righteousness, and all the mumbo-jumbo created by those who never send their own sons and daughters to war. Never fought themselves except in the trenches of political campaigns promising glory, bounty, endless prosperity for the few. Never for those who are the collateral damage, those whose children die in the land of plenty of hunger and preventable disease. No, they are the forgotten, the never born ones who are never even spoken about or given names. The time is always now for change but change is bound by the chains of expectation and the plotting onward of what has gone on before. Oh, the beautiful lie of endless growth that…

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Grenfell II by Barbara Donne

I am not a silent poet

Tell me how to impose
a structure
on
disaster
,,
What nouns
verbs
rhythm, rhyme
,,
I have no template
I start
and the line
breaks
,,
Imagine shadows
trapped in windows
shapes
who were not cut out for this
every step of stair beneath them
falling
,,
No-one expects to decline
‘We will burn…
have burnt…
are burning’       
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