Apr '14 13
Cityscape. Photo by Robert Rath from over here at Robert's website.
It's day 14 and I'm running dry. Today's poem came from snippets of conversations and sad news reports.
Sad news days
We drain the dregs of imagination
from the base of a glass
our desperation rests in a stranger's arms
our tears are laced with traces of hope
but fear remains;
the ocean guards its secrets
while twinkling cities
tell tales of the vulnerable:
the elderly, forgotten, in nursing homes;
a young boy, starved for 14 days;
six babies, buried in cardboard boxes.