
The Trees
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Secretly
we meet as separate, boy and girl
but take each other’s hand for company
and together in our own world
forget
their world which has split us, violently
we tarry a while, for our regret
is felt both deeply and silently
to give up our child before our prime
when all we wanted was decency
all we needed was more time
to be a family and only
to be with each other as three together
instead of separate and lonely
Poetry days #34.
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Rum tum tum Rum tum tum I succumbed Rum tum tum When the words were flung Saw the bait Saw the bait Thrown to peers alust with hate Saw the bait Do its work to humiliate Watched his face Watched his face Cloud to the many shades of disgrace Watched his face Laid waste by such bitter taste Witnessed the scorn Witnessed the scorn For one different and elsewhere born Witnessed the scorn As with thorny crown he was adorned Turned my head Turned my head When more weaponised words were said Turned my head Away from watching as his heart bled Felt my shame Felt my shame As passive part of this vicious game Felt my shame My brutal silence my silence to blame I still regret I still regret No one’s eyes to have met I still regret Complicit inaction I can’t forget Where is he now? Where is he now? Is he high or is he low? Where is he now? Does anger in him burn aglow?
Sanaa asked we poets to explore the issue of peer pressure for this week’s dVerse prompt. I expect there are few people anywhere who can claim complete innocence. Have you got anything to say for yourself?