Bloomed Musings

Night bloomed into smoky waves And silent memories Dance in front of my closed eyes, Allowing me no rest, no jump into slumber The lyrics of the song playing on my device Blur up in my ears And my mind rolls back into the waves of time, Back to when my grandfather would recount to me Of what he has lived through as a driver During the second world war Peace was, by then, the reigning queen of life And wars seemed to be a fairy tale meant to be spoken Out loud during nights spent by campfires! My device got into pause mode, which bid me to blink Back to reality, laden with photos of people facing the Ravages of war, their faces crisp, their teeth clenched And their demeanor, stoic! Grandpa, my heart called out, when shall peace be back? I wish to enjoy the meaning of peace, again! Written on 29th April 2023 UP TO 20 LINES Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Sotto Poet