Poetry and Prose

I Miss You

I miss those afternoons When I hold you tight And listening to the tune Of the city within our sight. I miss how you hold me And how you look at me— For all the world there is to see Is how our love soars so carefree. I miss the chocolates, Those ice creams we… Continue reading I Miss You

Poetry and Prose

The Story

How do they play When what they see Are mortals on decay? No grounds, no tree No springs nor lea— Abandoned by humanity Forsaken to eternity. Change their story, End terror, anger, fury. For my child is yours Their burdens are ours. ———————————————————— The fourth of the seven poems for the series I dubbed  Nam… Continue reading The Story

Poetry and Prose

The Play

The stage was set And actors on their feet, In a story of fear and fret On hatred and scorching heat. First act came the bombing A lowly town turned nothing– Children and women and men Die in agony and pain. Second act: the children To schools they’ve never been. Their playgrounds covered in rubbles… Continue reading The Play