Holiday

 

 

Are words conceit?

            Do we really mean what we say?

Or truth perhaps one flicker of flame

From candle lit, while passing -

Time of day?

 

            Several hours in languid

Thought and far off climes have found

The inspiration you’re looking for;

Towers of modern architecture,

Galleries of fame, paintings

From far off shores and sculptures

Deep ingrained.

 

            Now you’re home your

Money spent, do these memories

Fade? Gazing at the candle holder,

As you try and locate faith; the trip

You had;

(A struggle smiles upon your face).

 

            The bars perhaps in Benidorm,

The Valley of the Loire,

Ancient roman citadels the

Skiing in Capri, or maybe,

Just maybe, you’re not home

At all - deep inside a distant place.

 

            For I the smile by candle

Light found pinched upon a flood,

Remembering the child

Of Kurdistan a-brink a west-ward

Look.

           

Madness close to nothingness,

            An infinite null,

            A living death at six years old

            His mind gone - west to hell,-

 

            What do we teach to kids?

            What do we teach to kids?

 

 

....................this weeping infinite

Flow for a flame within a year,

A wisp of yellow telling truth;

About the fake upon this Earth.

    

     All those adults seizing guns

     All the damned grenades,

     Denying the child that hides in view,

     From shedding lonely tears.

 

 

Michael J Waite 0130hrs Tuesday 3^rd March 2009.