Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Sunday, 18 March 2012
Wave or Hand Shake
In that instant of the laughter
that moment
when smiles broke out
and cordiality invaded the presence
We move on
join together our disagreements
build a case for a primary attack
to settle a score or
strike out for democracy
In that instant as the shutter closes
a world of turmoil surrounds
the picture framed, the hard life
only half way to a peace
We move on
past the beggar on the footpath
leave the downtrodden and the beaten
without a single word -
no room here for the laughter
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here