Two Minutes

November 10, 2013
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Hush now, child –
remove the smile, for this is not your time.
These silent moments of November
are kept for us to spend on those who died,
those brave ones who were sent by us
to wrench peace from the jaws of war,
to bear the wounds and scars and even die
for you and all of us now standing here.

Observe the pretty poppies as they fall
silent blood-red petals – each a life that’s shed.
Every single one a person, just like you
with friends and family and love to share
and wanting not to wilt before their time was due.

You may not know now of your relative
cut down and buried in a foreign field,
but he is there, and she is there and they are there.
Your history is calling out — “Remember me!”
So spend these precious moments of your every year
in reverence to the ordinary lives
that faced the blades, the bullets and the bombs
for you to have the freedom here to stand.


Red Creation

November 11, 2012
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A bead of blood like a small balloon
Swells from the tiny cut
Slides in a gentle rivulet
Down the wrist and around
To drip, drip, drip
On the cool paper.

Three drops grouped
Sitting red on palest yellow
Secretly soaking, staining
Slowly becoming a mere smudge
of triplet circles, mingled.

One pain, three drops, one smudge
A trinity.
Reminding like a poppy.
The smudges of other generations
On the pages of history.
The bloody trinities in fields
And fields, and oceans

And oceans of red
Dropping from heaven
To carpet our lives
As we walk over the lives
That others gave up
In their struggle
To fill our future lives
With tiny bubbles of blood
Like balloons
On paper

My blood is in this poem.
Their blood is in me.

Out of Words

April 24, 2012

I’m running out of words,
My word-bag’s nearly empty
I used to have a plethora
I used to have so… plenty

The words would tumble out of me
I’d carpet rooms and halls
With baskets full of verbiage
And paste them on the walls

But life can play some rotten tricks
You wake up one fine day
And all your words have leaked out
And they’ve up and run away

I used them on the Internet
And filled up stacks of floppies
I can’t get floppies on this thing
They’re dead.
I’ll scatter poppies.