Una vida vacía

Lágrimas congeladas por el frío amargo del aislamiento caían como piedras de mis ojos vacíos.
Ni familia ni amigos existían en el desierto de mi vida.
Yo no era ni una roca ni una isla.
Mis sentimientos se han ido
Los latidos de mi corazón resonaban en el vasto vacío de mi existencia.
Pero sé que mi valor es más que una existencia.

#OGREsquire

NOBODY

A nobody and nothing.
Was that me?
Confused.
In a family, but alone.

Wanted?
I don’t know.

Valued?
Not really.

Loved?
Not so you might notice.
Just the last number in a sequence.
The other numbers ignored me.
Surrounded, yet isolated.

Cushioned, or blocked, from the world?
I couldn’t tell.
Hindsight always perfect.
I wasn’t naïve.
I was kept ignorant.
People were objects.
Relationships a myth.

I was a nobody and nothing.
Treat me thus and reap the whirlwind.

#OGREsquire

Life’s Mariner

Upon life’s turbulent ocean was I cast.
Adrift.
No anchorage to be found.
Hither, thither and yon.
Yet upon various shores did I founder.
Ever seeking the haven of my need.
Returning to the waters of my prison.
Betwixt tempestuous torment and arduous becalming.
I lost who I was.
A nobody.
A nothing.
Weather worn, fatigued to my bones.
The oceans calmed.
An island came into being.
And there did I find.
Balm for a weary soul.
My haven.

#OGREsquire

Futility.

Every face bears the same expression.
Every face.

Eyes scream of the absence of hope.

But it isn't just the expression.

The baby, the pensioner, the soldier, the teenager all have the same face.

Forlorn.
Neglected.

Abandoned to the ravages of conflict.
Silent voices scream of a long-lost peace.

I turn away.

Echoing the actions of every government that could have, should have, maybe even would have...

But greed ever is the victor in the halls of power.

#OGResquire

Circles.

They may be small
but they are mine
to travel as I wish.
They may overlap
with other, larger circles
but those are not mine.
Mostly, the lines cross
abruptly perpendicular,
not encouraging interaction.
My small, insignificant
totally proprietary,
very comfortable circles.
Mine.

#OGResquire #poetry

Whispers.

The tiniest pebble
tossed into turbulent waters
creates the ripples
it is intended to produce,
but they are obfuscated
by the tumultuous furor created
by so many,
much LARGER,
much HEAVIER
stones striking the water.

Such is the nature of a whisper
offered to the destructive forces
of the tornado that is
social media.

And yet my whisper still exists.

#OGResquire #poetry

#Poetry

'Tis the season, so it is said.
Try telling that to the dying and dead.

Comfort and joy, such mythical things.
Only exist in the castles of kings.

But what of those strangers we so often meet?
You know, the ones out there who live on the street.

When will our leaders open their eyes to see?
There's no us and them, there's only 'we'.

Is it too much to ask for my Christmas wish,
To have leaders above us who are not selfish?

#OGResquire

December 16th, 2023
#vsspoem prompt: #Forsaken

'Tis naught to fall from grace.
Abandoned by the pious few,
whose objective is ever to save face;
their lies the devil's brew.

But it is within us all
to have our minds awaken.
That we might break free of the thrall
and know we are not #forsaken .

#OGResquire

#poetry #haiku

A murmur of haikus
(what a group is called I have no idea)

Life changing moments :

A farewell to home
I’m moving to distant lands
Returning to friends

The World Today :

The whole world’s dying
To gratify the wealthy
Will it never end?

Writing in the current times:

The art of writing
Buried : replaced by cloned works
Soaps for the masses.

#OGResquire

#poetry

FOOLHARDY

in moments between seconds
they watch the world all its misery,
all its glory
the inadequacies of the inhabitants
content to eradicate,
eliminate,
exterminate
that which has nurtured them for so long
none see the tears,
their backs are turned
this world already dead

#OGResquire