Absent

Back then, 

There used to be some
That will work under the sun
Digging all their hands in the mud

Sweating, building and rising

Building for me and my generation

Faces were curious looking down

Standing behind the curtains
behind the windows

Some faces could only been seen,

Become square as they appear,

From their windows

There were some kids carrying books,

Laughing at other kids when passing.

Sweat and mud filled the air.

People like me would just follow

The song as the builders sing.

The songs, voices would continue

And the windows, become absent faces 

Starring at us.

This poem is written for the prompt 

"Time" at Poetry Jam!  

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ShadiatiQue ©2010-2014

 

My own Swan

.

I saw you fly on the river like a swan

Trying to fly high above the water

Yet your wings touch the water

Water that makes your wings heavy

Beautiful they say, how swans fly calmly 

But someone like me would know

How you try to flee quickly 

Breathtaking they would say, 

I would know that's fear.

We all live in Glass houses

Nothing is hidden, not even our souls

Like Swans we react to danger 

And know how to flee

None of us can be safe

We can see each other 

Just some of us show more through the glass

& some of us hide and forget 

that nothing would be hidden in a glass house.

Be carefull my love

Hate can easily turn into fear.

But i wouldn't throw on you.

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2014