Westerly winds can often bring mischief
enticing the willows to dance.
Birds chatter over breakfast of oilseed
from the terrace dish.
A blissful moment
air-filled with the smell of coffee.
Suddenly shattered by gunfire
that forbidding feeling once infused
is hard to dislodge.
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Author:
Jerry Reynolds (
Offline) - Published: May 20th, 2023 10:14
- Category: Sociopolitical
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No matter how perfect the moment, someone always seems to come along at the wrong time and put a fly in the ointment .. Well poemed Jez .. 🙂
Thanks, Neville.
We seem to elevating it to a high art.
(yeah, decades later
those sounds of gunfire and tanks
are so easy to recall..)
loved your play on serene imagery
decimated by weaponised cruelty
and a great title, Jerry
invokes the everyday surreal
of our city streets..
insightful and acute, a great write
thank you!
Thanks, L.B.
The willows in the greenway behind my apartment have become special to me. So feminine a tree is easy to use as a metaphor.
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