Poetry (Day 301): Unprovoked

Yesterday was 300 poems. I forgot to celebrate yesterday and today… Well, today, a bus driver was doused in petrol and burned alive by what appears to be a random stranger who then just allowed himself to be arrested.

World, you suck.

 

Unprovoked

 

How do you explain
to your children
about a man
in a bus

doused in petrol
and burned alive?

How do you
keep them safe?

 

Poetry (Day 91): Mother Bird

 

      Mother Bird

 

A storm rolls in from the ocean,
extremities dipped in the blood
of late afternoon.

The long arm of a jetty
reaches out into the water,
embracing the fishing boats,
holding them close
against the safety of the shore.

Poetry (Day 62): XXII

     XXII

Her quiet breath
anchors me to this world,
keeping me safe
in the storm of darkness.