Friday, 31 August 2018
Things political
Some people try to sway a nation
but they can't command respect,
as they lack consideration
for the lives their words affect.
Some strive to lead and rally followers
but are overtaken from the start
by swift allegiance borrowers
with visions far apart.
Some analyse and sound prophetic
but business does not care,
their warnings seem pathetic
when there are dividends to share.
But who am I to be so critical
when I like to shun all things political?
(lone.zone nilsburgh)
Sunday, 8 July 2018
Omnidirectional
as they stood haphazardly,
silently preserving
a fleeting memory.
Passing, passed, returning,
a breeze among the leaves,
a dusty haze concerning
whatever one believes.
A one-time concrete presence
dispersed as chalky air,
no clear remaining evidence
of who had once been there.
Atoms to atoms, quark to quark,
water brings life and fish will walk.
(lone.zone nilsburgh)
Friday, 23 March 2018
Pebble
When she left, she left him a pebble,
a small, smoothly rounded stone;
she had never been one for gabble
and was smart without a phone.
He did not mind no words were spoken,
because words can be a pain,
instead he had this token,
something solid to retain.
Polished by seasons and weather,
it felt good to touch and hold,
as if they were somehow still together
in infinity's timeless fold.
And so they had curbed the twists of fate
with a simple mineral aggregate.
(lone.zone nilsburgh)
Wednesday, 14 February 2018
Valentine
Close your eyes on Valentine's
if you happen to feel alone,
take your mind beyond the confines
of this planet of flesh and bone.
Looked upon from outer space
the Earth appears in a different light,
it does not seem so bad a place
this haven in the cosmic night.
There will be warmth, there will be spring,
children will play and birds will sing,
there will be flowers, there will be fruit,
there will be colours to change your mood.
Violets are pretty, daffodils too,
... meanwhile the dog has been chewing my shoe.
(lone.zone nilsburgh)
Wednesday, 31 January 2018
Wet
Maybe we ought to have webbed feet
to wade through that rainy winter street,
to splash across the soggy lawn
and paddle into the damp of dusk and dawn.
(lone.zone nilsburgh)
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