I’m disquiet in the realisation of the futility of teaching the youth, younger each year, they’re imprinted with antiquated ideas of the past, growing evermore ancient and defunct.
Micropoetry
Frownies
Same thing today,
as leaves grow in May,
In light I
reflect
pain,
still I love you.
I know at times I take on your faults. I believe. I change. I see you don’t.
I sip your poison. It doesn’t kill me, not yet.
Corbyn
The more I see the new face of the new old Labour Party
I wonder through the veneer of his autocued grimace if it’s all new at all.
Protest
Of the most forgiving of us
it is to turn the other cheek,
Only be slapped anew.
Perhaps soon we’ll turn to Che
or those solemn folks from the IRA
learning lessons of fire and ice.
All of it
Isn’t that all of it,
to reach up to the sun
with fists filled with golden sand,
the hot grains fleeing through the cracked clasp,
and for the sun’s shine to be
silvered by the passing
moods of the earth.
MicroPoems Ep.5
21.
In your eyes
I see, that those presented
as most strong, are those
most complicit in deceit.
***
22.
Who controls what we think?
Sometimes I tell myself
I do
***
23.
I’m trapped again,
stuck to your sweet voice,
your whispered honeydew words
leaving a brilliant sheen
in my bronze eyes.
***
24.
I await your lips
in water’s reprieve,
arrhythmic heart trembling
within my sleeve.
***
25.
I could have died,
left
alone
in your heart.
*****
MicroPoems Ep. 4
16.
I always play to place,
in face
of the insurmountable weights,
tugging
from yesterday.
***
17.
Encased in crystal drops,
within home’s walls, I part,
donning an upturned eye,
yearning through these waters
in search of you.
***
18.
I await your lips
in water’s reprieve,
arrhythmic beats, trembling
within my sleeve.
***
19.
I freeze
to the thought of leaving;
dreading a return
to your parted presence.
***
20.
I want the world to be empty,
filled by just us two.
***
J.C. FitzDerick 