Birdsong loud in crystal air
Spring bursts through unfurling leaves
Hope and glory
Hope and you
Author: simonsalento
World shaped by windows
world shaped by windows
sun cloud street dog daffodil
loose ideas soon framed
Views
My friends tell me they can see the sea
from their window.
Closer is harder, they say; in sight is in mind.
From my window, if I wipe it,
I see the other side of the cut through,
barred windows breaking up the brick facade.
I have never seen that nest before,
broken twigs, dropped feathers.
I back away from the window.
I do not want to frighten hope.
Normal emotional responses on hold
I tried to storm out
forgetting the quarantine
I felt such a fool
I want my best friend’s dog
My best friend’s dog is Bobbin
I could ask him if he’ll flog him
I could nick him when he’s jogging
I really want my best friend’s dog
the door slides open
the door slides open
my temperature rises
you are my virus
#haiflu
After the thunderburst
Only eagles and adult kites could ride out these winds; and the kites with difficulty. The sparrows, prey, remain motionless beneath palm fronds, an occasional shiver and shuffle of feathers betraying their location. Slower than it had arrived with a thunderburst, the rain slows and stops, the wind calms and in the sudden silence birdsong begins to rise again. Now, before the heat sweeps back in, or the southern storm once more, now is the time to find peace, or make peace, or rest, simply rest.
In the deepest corner
In the deepest corner of his heart – and he had a very deep heart, as his future life would show – he found the tiniest ember of heroism. He found it and breathed softly on it and it grew and grew until it filled his heart and the flames began to dance behind his eyes and he stood up and said ‘I will. I’ll do it’. And though there was no one else there in the room in the house in the street somehow others heard from him and took heart from his courage and from that moment the tide was turned. It was not over but we knew one day it would be. And that is why we are here to remember.
They told us to wait
They told us to wait and then still did nothing
They told us to wait and to stop all our fussing
They worked us to death then applauded our coffins
They told us to wait and then still did nothing
Respect them
Without them we were not born.
Respect them.
They are not numbers,
except as fractions,
the fractions which together make us one.
Respect them.
Without them we were not born.
