1.
The
Child on
The ocean shore
Lost to his father
Gone from a future life.
The
Father at
The funeral march
Wrapped in his grief
Unable to say, ‘Please Don’t
Show
The photograph
Of my son
Who I tried to
Save from war and ocean.’
The
World that
Circulated the image
Again and again when
They wanted to say ‘stop.’
And
The image
Doing endless rounds
Did it help them?
Did it bring him back?
2.
Unconsenting
Lost one
Winging his way
Away from the war
To the sky of dreams.
There
Are no
Words that will
Bring him home again
He’s left wars far behind.
Counting
The clicks
One by one
Today no time for
Poetry that turns people inwards.
Open
The wings
In the skylights
Above this day turning
Poetry ever outwards to peace.
There
are no
Words that will
Say everything you need
Only small attempts at flight.
3.
Can
Beauty and
Politics walk hand
In hand like friends
To coax the audience to wake?
Can
Politics and
Beauty wash away
layers of makeup logic
That defy time and truth?
Can
My eyes
Climb walls to
Fly with the ibis
In the urban skyline?
Can
The skyline
Beckon me to
Climb in to poems
Seeing, dreaming, waking, crying, activating?
Activating
My poetry
To tear down
Walls by mapped lines
Activating, crying, waking, dreaming, seeing.
(c) June Perkins
Ripple Poetry 
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Sometimes poetry is unavoidable.
“There
are no
Words that will
Say everything you need
Only small attempts at flight.:
Awesome and touching!
Thanks Carol. Lovely to have your visit.
Thanks June you’ve got me Cosmically surfing the Ocean of Time perhaps as some people surf the Oceans currently experienced here on planet earth — who knows where the JUMP will take me 😱
Just don’t get lost in the undertow 😉 Thanks for your thoughtful cosmic comment.
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