Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Insulation -- Poetry 2011
Dragging her body through another 24,
dreading another 48, she wished to destroy
her sensitive side, gouge out emotional eyes…
better to be blind than to fall prey
to endless symphonic pain coming at her
from all directions…
world woes never change;
ethnicity’s face might change;
religion’s name might change;
governments/nations rise and fall.
Eons of voracious hate always the same…
escalated violence aimed at the meek.
Avoiding the newspaper, nightly news,
playing CDs instead of radio –
she studiously avoided more input.
Building her sanctuary, insulating
external contamination, she lived
for growing vegetables and flowers.
Surrounding herself in the beauty
side of nature, witnessing renewed
life through seed germination, springs
return, she rarely ventured forth beyond
her small safe universe…