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Karen Steele Poem
COLOUR me a SUNSET
A melting pot of rainbows spreads across the sky
As a child takes a paintbrush and presses its bristles wide
And plays with it across the dappled canvas.
Small clouds shadow within sun-tinted haloes,
extremes of the spectrum form jagged lines that blur into each other
as crushed Neapolitan ice-cream melting slowly into the horizon.
The sun wears its final crown as it taunts with seconds of flawless light
Streaking upwards whilst sinking, sinking,
thrusting its final rays towards the darkening bands.
Another day is dawning beyond the night
leaving our sky with a memory to take into tomorrow.
But wait, a flash of green.
Copyright © Karen Steele | Year Posted 2020
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Karen Steele Poem
These recent days souls are flying to heaven, bewildered and lonely;
How long does it take to get to heaven?
For whom is it quicker?
Those that welcome the journey with open arms
Or those on whom death has arrived with unexpected alarm
still crying out for someone to hold their hand
To reach out and anchor them to land?
Still not knowing .. where they are going .. strangers we will never see
Lost children-husbands-fathers-wives and mothers
Strangers we will never know,
But in this moment they are one of us..
Do we all reach out to a god we do not understand
In our moment of fear
or want to know
At this time of passing to wherever we go.
They are one of us.
We all can pray, call it wishing if you need,
And send yearning love to follow them above.
Copyright © Karen Steele | Year Posted 2020
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Karen Steele Poem
COMPUTER ERROR!
He’s got to go, she said, I’ve had enough, she said.
She sent an email…..it read,
Get out of my head, get out of my bed.
I’ll be home in a while
If you’re not gone, if you’re still there.
You’re dead.
She walked home slowly,
The evening was fine,
When three fire engines
Rushed past in a line.
She turned the corner
her house was in flames.
‘Dead’, the fireman said,
Blew up in his face, the PC, he said.
Didn’t stand a chance.
She didn’t falter, she didn’t slow,
She passed with only a glance.
He had to go.
Copyright © Karen Steele | Year Posted 2021
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Karen Steele Poem
PANDEMIC
Don’t tell me you are fine
None of us is fine
we nod and smile
longing to chat.
More than anyone else I talk to my cat –
Even the geese down by the river
Listen
to what I have to say.
I had quite a conversation
this very day
With one who chattered back.
He cocked his head and listened to my candid response
His answer?
Don’t tell me you are fine
when none of us is fine.
we have tried to pass the days
in many and varied ways
But comes the time
When weariness crosses the line
And yet – we all say we are fine.
Copyright © Karen Steele | Year Posted 2021
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