Sometimes it is difficult to find the words day by day. Some days the words come cascading through. The sea wall is breached and the tide brings everything in, shining pebbles and just plain mud.
I remember as a child on Christmas morning picking up a cardboard tube, peering through the eyepiece to see the toblerone of mirrors and with each twist the coloured fragments fall into yet another miraculous shape. I know what a kaleidoscope is but had to resort to the dictionary for the spelling. What should I find just above but Kalshnikov separated from the coloured toy by but a brassica.
There were many other bits reflections, moments, glimmers of understanding to be mined and minded for the week ahead.
Where I once found
Kaleidoscope
Of christmas colour
Symmetry of shape
Another found
Kalashnikov
To break and fell
To torture and to rape
In the killing fields
nothing grows
No food for
Starving child
Nor will it until
Savage man
Ceases to be wild.
Today is tragedy
The message is of hate
And they who fight
Blaspheme
Their clarion: God is great.
JL Nov 22 2011
I remember as a child on Christmas morning picking up a cardboard tube, peering through the eyepiece to see the toblerone of mirrors and with each twist the coloured fragments fall into yet another miraculous shape. I know what a kaleidoscope is but had to resort to the dictionary for the spelling. What should I find just above but Kalshnikov separated from the coloured toy by but a brassica.
There were many other bits reflections, moments, glimmers of understanding to be mined and minded for the week ahead.
Where I once found
Kaleidoscope
Of christmas colour
Symmetry of shape
Another found
Kalashnikov
To break and fell
To torture and to rape
In the killing fields
nothing grows
No food for
Starving child
Nor will it until
Savage man
Ceases to be wild.
Today is tragedy
The message is of hate
And they who fight
Blaspheme
Their clarion: God is great.
JL Nov 22 2011
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