This Life/Oh what has become of us?

janetremembering

This life

for Ahlam

 

This life so various

so coloured

familiar    and strange.

Like the river

it will flow

or be damned.

 

Today the water in the dam

is muddy.

I look to the watery moon

and cry out:

oh what has become of us?

what has become

of us?

 

An orange-winged Sitella* sings

from the apple tree.

One of her legs is dangling.

She can no longer climb the trunk

of the tree that would feed her.

 

Oh what will become

of her?

 

I call to you:

make her a nest

dear friend

that she may be safe-

surround her with songs.

 

Sing

 

for me   and for her

and for those whose nightmares continue

even in waking.

 

Listen dear friends

to that quiet voice-

the beat beneath the beat

the harmony whispering

to the side of the song.

 

Find your…

View original post 195 more words

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s