You ask what can I do? Awareness and reflection, inspire and hope.
The greenfinch, wheezing and singing, is a cheerful companion.
Besides these, what else can a poem do to save us from ourselves?
PS. Featured Image created using Gencraft.
It takes a
village to raise a child,
the proverb says. To hear a child’s pain,
sight and touch are senses to use in a deaf world
where no-one has bandwidth to listen
till it’s too late to matter.
High levels
built on trust and freedom,
this is how we measure happiness!
A 12-year-old takes matters into their own hands;
playground assaults a child’s dignity
while we mind our business.
Happiness
takes many forms, and who’s
to say I’m content than my neighbour?
Prompt 11: A child in pain for Write Right @Thotpurge
PS. Someone once said, “a poem is a record of failure.” I don’t know about that. However, I’ll say this is a failed or unfinished triquain swirl poem; the act of writing a poem every day is a measure of one’s commitment…*sigh
In any case, if you read or watch the news, you might have heard already that we had another school shooting in Finland. The poem is in response to this recent tragedy.
