Posts Tagged Sadness

Sunny suicide

 

Mild wind in blue sky with sun glinting

off snowy Cretan mountain peaks

and bird song amongst orange groves

ripe with fruit waiting to be picked,

 

reverberated to a double shotgun blast

as someone blew his brains out

and spread them over the plaster

landscape that was his for too long.

 

As I wrote mellowed by birdsong,

righteously writing about what was wrong

with no cognisance of what went on

just below my balcony.

 

A moment came and passed.

And I learned about it from the news.

Written a long way away.

 

And now when I gaze down,

the birds still sing amongst the oranges.

And the dogs still bark.

 

 

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Weep

 
Why’s it weak to weep?
To know the reason to laugh.
To round the circle.

 

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