Fresh scent of washed linen
a discombobulated head
Taut... ironed sheets
on a once crumpled bed
Rain after a heatwave
thirst quenched at last
Stars keep falling... linger
slip through milky fingers... moon’s grasp
Oh, where art now the gentle
...their jam jars full of tears?
Why is hate’s inharmonious echo
...still ringing in my ears?
What happened to empathy
...the proclivity, to be kind?
When did... to express pure altruism
label someone “out of their mind”
My eyes are wrung-out, empty
Deep pantry shelves... are lined
Bed’s cavernous duvet calls me
tries suffocate... hurt’s lies
The twinned, bedfellow to lonely
shall I... forever be?
When will they see me...
past their perception’s fortified screens?
Mirrored... is their vision
Mired are their minds!
They project forth, inner demons
futilely squander... pure love’s light
Abandoned, left to meander
Marred... misunderstood!
I'm a renegade in Mercury
pièce de résistance, hope... my poet’s heart
For poets in wayward scramble, to unravel what to say
we’re often at a loss... when words will not convey
In the pause of nothingness... we learn to understand
that the blessing is in the giving... more than at first, we comprehend
Those of little, but of laughter... how their smiles they radiate
When they can share... their blessings, do not try accumulate
Materialism, round neck’s a millstone... it’s a plague that makes us weak
And through humility’s gift, weren't we told... the earth, inherit, would the meek!
© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry
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