Aftermath

These short poems were all written on the same day, inspired by  different twitter prompts, which produced nevertheless a common theme. The best illustration for them is this Nussbaum which has haunted my thoughts since I discovered it the other day.

Felix Nussbaum: Orgelmann

 

There are devils in the dust,

They get in our eyes,

Blind us to the beauty of life.

Perhaps a downpour of tears will lay them,

Perhaps a torrent of blood.

 

I am afraid for humanity,

When its soul is rotted black,

Afraid that blood will not suffice,

To quench the madness.

 

Chasing an illusive dream,

Butterfly flitting between the trees,

Always the other side of the sunset,

Always tomorrow.

Sand slips slowly between fingers.

Dust drifts.

 

Tide rises,

Spills across the sand,

A momentary glitter between waves.

Cool water washes the pain,

A little at a time,

Out to sea.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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