Alluring To The Broken Spirit…
(from Luana Asiata’s painting…)
Front porch. Heavy eyes. Musing
At the silence. Mind confusing
The truth, the conjecture and the lies.
Cruel world. Deep fears
Are clearly forsaking
Comfort, for despair is breaking
Sadness into tears.
The virus, the hunger,
The global warming.
The famine, the greed,
The conflicts, the harming.
The bitterness, the ignorance,
The chaos of religion.
The genocide, the abuse,
The crime, the contagion…
Front porch. Lifting eyes. Marvelling
At the silence. Landscape willing
The sunrise, as silhouetted tree mystifies.
Fantasy world. Wonder appears
Now to be evoking
Comfort. Thoughts provoking
Joy out of misery…
Pete Ray
6th January 2022
The image, seen from tired, aching eyes is one which might take away the current climate of horror…
Imagined myself sitting on a front porch as the sun rose and the beauty in the landscape offered me some temporary respite from the hell we now find ourselves in…
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