The War is Dead, Long Live the War

The message came down the wire….....
The war is over

Joy rang out
Breath collective took it all in and passed it all out and away
for forever this time, they said and held
the creaks and moans of the war weary turned to celebration

But ghosts lingered and knew not what to do
and so the crumbs of folly fell on the bed sheets of man
and serene sleep came not
tossing and turning
restless
and unhealed
uncertain
scared and fearful
it was assured
that our most wretched specters of misunderstanding
would once again
one day
and soon
mettle in reverse alchemy
and turn this our precious golden rule to mere lead
poisoning the well
calling out to the irrational primal madness
and sow to reap again the bitter seeds of war

Pressure and Creation

  No One Noticed...............

 
    But then the rains came
    soaked the trees
    and while they held their weight
    for so too long
    gathering droopily drops
   

                     
                      as liquid smelt metal
                      conscious quicksilver
                      mercury with a purpose
                      direction
                      flow
                     
                      The pool collected
                      eclipsed
                      fell

                   


   And so came violent tempest birthcry
   and so came the ocean from the rain
   Mirror surface form
   flooding filling in making ways waves within
   Throwing shimmer reflecting every direction


   A still sea innocent for a precious second
   before the first tide pulled
   the first wave rolled broke and
   the circle began complete
   sure of its course
   ignorant of birth
           kinetic energy
                    perpetual force