Poetry

The discussion of the week has been hot and solemn. Real issues are everyone's concern as life needs to be respected and protected at all costs. There has been oppression, curfews, health struggles and injustices. Weimplore in the words of Charles Owour in his poem I see a Road if at all humanity could regain harmony and see a road to safety and peace of mind. Enjoy.

I see a road

that runs a hole through a heart

and little cars traveling fast

to further a dream

of little will o' the  wasp

holding a spectre of a flower

and blowing kisses in the wind,

That floats a soothing voice

a cry to a heart new filled to the brim

and love and longing stir it to ripeness

affection lifts the soul 

and dizzies the body to grope in a vacuum

for THAT ROAD TO Mombasa

and little will o' the wasp

holds a spectre of a flower

and blow  kisses in the wind.

The moon's luster opens a yellow flower 

Looking through blue eyes

flashing diamonds

a spark explores in a grabbing heart

as it plucks out this flower 

to treasure in a box at a corner

of a near broken house

as three hundred miles slice a heart in two 

leaving a part in me

and flying the other half

three hundred miles.

What do you think of the poem? Keep your comment coming.
Enjoy;
Editor; youtooformorality