Poetry

A selection of poems I’ve written about extraordinary places I’ve visited during my travels. History is marked by horrific events that we must remember and learn from. Humankind is capable of pure evil, but we are also able to forgive, love unconditionally, and unite for the greater good. These poems are dedicated to those who lost their lives in these tragedies, and to those who found the strength to overcome the pain and hardships that followed to rebuild their lives.

HIROSHIMA

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DARK LIGHT

DARK LIGHT

Dark light shadowed the way.

Dangerous cloud, a toxic time

History noted but learned nothing.

Circles of unthinkable pain

Wrought with dire determination.

Promise of fire and fury pledged

Echoes earlier acts of retribution

Imprinted upon collective

Consciousness. Safe harbour

Erased. Ruthless vow to win

Conveniently forgets the innocent.

Paper cranes of peace fly in freedom

From Hiroshima’s memorials.

Fragile yet certain, united strings

Bound together show resistance.

Never again we must say.

 

NEW YORK

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ORDINARY DAY 9/11

ORDINARY DAY: 9/11

An ordinary life on an ordinary day

Dream world interrupted by alarm

Rubbed my eyes, yawned, and stretched

Had a piss, took a shower, dressed

Grabbed breakfast on the go: a bagel

Morning meetings and decisions to make

R train downtown, not much room

Commuters suited and tied for business

Coffee from the cart parked out front

Brief chat with Madison on Reception

Pictures of growing children shared

Office life interrupted – plane impacted.

That look on her face. Eyes wide.

Screams erupted with fragments and fire.

Enveloped by smoke, no escape final.

Understood, refused to have no choice;

I stood on the ledge and I jumped

Filled with fear, watched by eyes below.

Captured by cameras, a frozen moment –

Extraordinary act on an ordinary day.

 

SARAJEVO

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FADING SARAJEVO ROSES

FADING SARAJEVO ROSES

Roses of blood, the petals drip

And twine with brutal certainty.

Marking souls that stood in line

For bread and life’s necessities.

Risen that day, observing routine

With ignorance and joie di vivre.

Zdravo, they greeted each other.

A hug here, a kiss there, shaken

Hand, exchange of tender noted

Moment of unison, touching.

Then the mortar struck –

Concrete open wounds evidently

Exposed now. Peacefully fading.