yaspark Poetry (33)

Diverging roads
Virtual realities
Of traveling dreams

Ghosts gathered to play
The game of Russian roulette
No drama: all dead

The news from Ukraine
Feed on tragedy and pain
Rolling tanks crush peace

The shifting shadows
Of the past
Cast by the burning bridges
Over the luggage
Of unsettled grudges
Abandoned on the shore
For the ravenous splashing waves.
The broken spears
Put to rest
No fights
With windmills anymore
Coming back
From the silence of solitude
Carried with ease
By a refreshing breeze
Above the bounding walls
Away
From the shifting shadows
Of the past
Free to explore
Spontaneous sparks
Of alchemical reactions
Triggering affection

A pure raw emotion
Shared a shabby shed
With a grumpy lad
And got fed up
With that

She looked for answer
In her quest
Whether she was happy
Or depressed
A funny thought
One day came by
Why not to fly?

And off she went
Into the ceiling -
And left a dent
The sea of boiling soup
Beneath
Was not to miss
She dived
Deep into the pot
And boiled and splashed…
Now fully cooked
Depressed she looked
And smelled like soup..

In her disturbed elated state
She opted to evaporate,
Precipitate,
And start anew..

A jazz band
Playing via Zoom
Through the fog of fever
In the room
A sneezing guitar
An anosmic saxophone
A trembling bass
A confused piano
A hickuping trumpet
A coughing drum
And a hoarse-voiced singer
All wishing
A Happy New 2022 Year
And for Covid
To disappear

Sky pierced by stars
The game of connecting dots
Constellations twinkle

The last bird singing
In the chorus at sunrise
Singing from his heart

The portrait wanted
To move outside the frame
Something new to try

Wrapped in quilt of dreams
From the fog of sub-conscience
Words precipitate

Waves wash away my steps
A blanc page to start over
Leaves swayed by the breeze

The lost outsider
Bumped into the world’s problems
Bruises and scratches

Easy going
Warm wind blowing
Carrying me

Getting lost in a meadow
Grasshoppers jumping, flowers bowing
Greeting me

Sun shining
Bees buzzing, birds singing
For me

Dancing, swinging
A rainbow of pencils
From the blue skies falling at me

I keep reaching out and catching pencils
To draw the picture
Of a summer day

Quiet in trenches
Orders followed, carnage left
Shadows of the dead

In sunflower field
An abandoned violin
Refugees fleeing

Born for the combat
Blasts of gun fire, fierce ambush
Tin soldiers at war

Lifted by a breeze
Dreams transform into clouds
Sparkling drops return

No air left to breathe
Flowing sky following you
Vacuum for me

Locked in the closet
The skeleton felt confined
Those dirty secrets

The night was dragging
Nightmares kept coming back
Rooster did not care

Trying on a mask
A familiar stranger
Stares back at me

A squeaking sound
My shoes travel where they want
Get to follow them

Eruption in space
Into a new dimension
The wave of love spreads

I felt a poem in me
Growing like a tree
Wild and free
At the very edge
Where words emerge
To the croon 
Of a gentle tune
Despite the winter cold
And crazy world 
With swaying
Branches of words
And singing birds    
Rehearsing my song 
All day long

It takes a virus
To screw the world
A 2020 vision
Of how the year rolled

We became aware
Of the Covid
Spreading through air
On the waves of scare
And had to adapt
To new routines
Such as lockdowns
And quarantines
The fever of fear
Has fogged our mind
It was going crazy
From feeling confined
Not to mention
The daunting task
Of wearing a mask with style
To hide
That happy contagious smile

Things may get better
One day
Pay some attention
To what news have to say
Fresh out of trials
Vaccine is on its way
So get ready
To roll up your sleeves
Or when in doubt
Stock up
On supplements and vitamins

No matter what the trend
We’ve got our circle of
Virtual friends

That time when a naked soul
Aches in the cold of the late fall
For all the orange yellow and red
Snatched from the trees
Raked in piles
Scorched on the ground dead

When dragging days of solid grey
Are drenched in gusts of wind and rain
Another reason to complain
About life that slips in vain
When all far-out funky thoughts
Have fled in flocks
Away from North
To some place South
Nice and warm
Deserting winter marathon

Who to blame
When mind goes borderline insane
All wrapped in what has never worked
With chains of patterns and restraints
Set to recycle same old same

Unless you shake away the past
Hit the reset
And give yourself a chance
To break away and
Go looking for your path