“ The Mind ” ~ of a voiceless child ~

Looking to hide

In a ravaged crowd,

Where war has him bide

In rag-torn shrouds,

For all that be left

Of this voiceless child,

Be a mind bereft

Feeling cast aside,

In a torturous tide

Of victims’ loud cries,

As dead bodies fall

From gory guns bane

Of spent soldiers insane,

That no longer recall

Were once poets near all,

Now brain-damaged mob

Be creatures caballed

Who follow a broken god,

Said maker of orphans

Who find shelter in rubble,

A place they’d once called home!

                                                                           ode to war orphaned children

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“ A Woman’s Mind ” ~ discerns neath the surface ~


There’s a place
In a women’s mind,
Has visual acuity
Which envisions,
The innate grace
Of another’s face,
Neath the surface
Of a ravaged hide,
Discerns axiom’s bide…

‘Tis said her insight
Detects beyond
The fated decline,
As seen thru her eyes
Points to hindsight
That enables obscure,
The scaring havoc
Of life journey’s tour,
Save lives within
Speaks clear of time
Marred by chagrin,
Finds actuate her acuity!

“ A Woman’s Mind ” ~ discerns neath the surface ~

 

There’s a place

In a women’s mind,

Bides visual acuity

Which envisages,

The innate grace

Of another’s face,

Neath the surface

Of a ravaged hide,

A setting for senescence…

 

It’s said her acuteness

Detects outside,

The blurry measure

Of fated declivity,

Glimpsed thru eyes

Capable of obscuring,

The scaring havocs

Of life’s journey,

Save what lives within

Speaks beyond time

Marred by chagrin,

Actuates her visual acuity!

 

“ Free ” ~ to find escape ~

 

I’ve sought free

More than I be,

To find escape

Of loner’s hold,

And so embrace

A thought to find

Should that I lose

My fettered mind,

To gain full taste

Before I waste,

View to opt fully

For the unusual

Of non-concentric, 

While living free,

Where liberty be

In a world lost

To wasted tears,

And ravaged rain

That offers pain,

To line the path

Of finding free!