The Roma
I see them in my mind’s eyes
walking through the landscape walking forever
their horses, children, dogs and women in black
a slow wander through the world and to the next
unstoppable they are from planet to planet
peopling the universe.
Often misunderstood and murdered for being
different from us, but it is not possible because
they are God’s children.
They are us we are the children but have yet to
discover we are the sacred, the Roma
we despise, we hate what we have become.
Categories:
peopling, allusion, anger, heartbroken, high
Form: Bio
I'm all alone with pen in reach
on this solitary beach.
I must create as words command.
I'm peopling this lonely land
and making castles out of sand.
In the place where words won't reach
the lie is told there's one for each.
With solitary pen in hand.
I tried and tried to understand;
to make word castles out of sand.
I am alone, there's none in reach
I'm only left this lonely beach.
The pen slips from my tired hand.
Perhaps one day, I'll understand.
There was a castle, made of sand.
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written for John Heck's Contest:BLINK! to reflect the theme of LONELINESS.
Categories:
peopling, introspectionwords, lonely,
Form: Rhyme