Lamingtons

With a clenched fist, I tried to cling to everything that would support me in this world, but the tighter I clung the more it all slipped away, until finally I let go, my hands opened and found myself not falling but floating.

Imprinted

January 30, 2017Vonita 14 Comments

I took your hand within my own

And held it softly while you cried

My heart leapt out to dry your tears –

Your pain imprinted on my soul

eavesdropping

January 30, 2017January 30, 2017Vonita 7 Comments

rppvroqmr2s-caleb-jones

a young child’s voice speaking to her father breaks my reverie

as I listen from another space

the conversation wrapped

with respect and filled

with love and the

thought floats

through my

mind

i chose the best father for my offspring

image source: www.unsplash.com

Mad Man

January 30, 2017January 30, 2017Vonita 6 Comments

Let us

Enjoy the sunsets

Sunrises

Flowers

Blossoms

Petals

Poetry

While we have them

And let us

Sleep soundly at night

Knowing that man has created

Weapons of such mass destruction

That it could reap the kind of horror

Not even imagined in the minds of humanity

And that the codes of such terror

Are held securely in the fist

Of one elected

Mad man

World at War

January 30, 2017Vonita 14 Comments

A relative calm had descended over a world that had started to forget. Soldiers aged, children were born, and their children were born, the soldiers were too scarred to speak about their time in service, their children were shielded from the absolute raw brutality and horror, they did not know and their children did not know, and more children were born, and a certain level of complacency began to settle, making way for a disruptor and dictator to enter the world stage and there were enough of the children born to think he might be a good thing and just what the world needs