Hands press-partition glass

Hands press-partition glass

Lost in the shadows of my mind
troubled now – I cannot find
see your smile – gentle reach
Scrambling, searching – inner screech.

Rolling back to childhood days
Muddled, confused, vacant gaze
Hands press – partition glass
Seconds, minutes, hours pass.

ceaseless silence, constant-blaring
Pressured nurses, doctors-caring
Unfamiliar sterile spaces
alas no more warm embraces.

Jpoet7 ( # doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

A spirit moves us

Moves within us everyday

in a most mysterious way

Guiding us as we move on

Unknown aid we lean upon

Silent spirit – secret sign

help our energies align

From our shoulder take a weight

relieve us from a turmoiled state

let that spirit be our guide

be forever by our side.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

Love finds a way

Trapped within a troubled world

in a mind so twisted / knurled

love suspended deep inside

release that spring let me ride.

Trampled by my troubled brain

pent up anger – silent pain

hitting out at loved ones dear

even so they persevere.

A moment in a happy place

see a smile upon your face

my brain it sparks, traces bright

You’re constant love / see the light

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

Living in the zone

Living in the zone

Playing Tarzan / climbing trees tumbling / falling / bloodied knees stinging nettles / thorns / thistles / jumping / kicking / blowing whistles on happy streets / spinning tops / cries of laughter / never stops / from early morning ‘till sunset falls / Kicking footballs / vaulting walls / snitching apples / jumpers full / Life was lively / never dull. Now our children / never seen / in the gardens / on the green / locked now into / cyber space / of fun and games / there is no trace / who are we to criticise / maybe we were not so wise / life was then so innocent / of evil doings ignorant / no conversations at a dance / book appointments in advance / traditions trampled / much is lost / in future we may count the cost.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

With a colour of my own

I seldom went to movies

they were never fun alone

rather listen to my music

In a bedroom on my own.

It wasn’t that I wanted to

I felt so isolated

In a world of images

In my mind I had created.

For outside I was different

with different coloured skin

people jeered / looked at me

as if I were a sin.

I never understood back then

why it was such a crime

In a world that’s painted

In colours all the time.

I lived within a circle

of bigotry and hate

ignorance in people

prejudice from the state.

With dignity and fortitude

in life I have survived

Hopeful this at last will change

and unite this great divide.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

Sadly we’ll never learn

Yesterday Ireland opened its doors to business. Will we ever learn.

Sadly we’ll never learn

The Penny hasn’t dropped

as queues of people shopped

lines, lines / unmasked faces

viral smiles / once more embraces.

Months we spent alone in lockdown

city silent / scary ghost town

friends we lost / private sorrow

fighting for a new tomorrow.

That sacrifice / we’ve all paid

stepping stones / neatly laid

frontline staff / lives in danger

for us all friend or stranger.

Forgotten now for a bargain

lured again / sales pitch jargon

there is a word for those who queued

me I wouldn’t be that rude.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

Clouds closed in

Clouds closed in

Caw, cawing In parliament – Rooks return – raucous rookeries. Starlings swiftly swiping air – chattering murmurations. Swallows swoop silently – flights – feeding furiously. Low light looms large – streetlights shimmer. Clouds creeping closer – day drifts – darkness.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )