Venus closing in

Version 2At dawn she stood in front of the door,
steaming cup inside of her hands,
she noticed a star in the eastern sky.
It was dancing brightly towards the earth,
or so it almost seemed to her.

“Venus” she thought.

For a while she remained, the star in her gaze.
The air still carried the chill of the night,
with the hint of a promise of a new day bright.
But her brain spun stories
of planets  erased.

“Nonsense”, she mumbled.

She moved her limbs, collected her thoughts,
returned inside to continue her chores.
When her life got a blow
later that day, it took her only
by semi-surprise.

 

 

Generation Y – A fine response

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Somewhere, this morning, I read
that Generation Y is burdened with fear.
They have grown on digital satisfaction,
a cyberspace world quite at their command.
They hardly ever had to resist,
did rarely know of serious plight.
All they have learned, is based on consumption,
twitter me this, and poke me on that.

And now there is this:
a new somber age of living has dawned.
It cracks into their synthetic existence,
and muddles their lives of instagram smiles.

But fear is not the fine response.

Somewhere, this morning, I read
that Generation Y finds itself
bombarded by a daily dose
of unsettling news into their accounts.
It muffles, alarms, and startles them greatly,
they cannot clash, unless it is game.
They never have learned on how they could cope
when real world trumps technology.

And now there is this:
new laws on exclusion, partition, and greed
and new decrees on how to subdue,
which maim their hope of glitterling lives.

But fear is not the fine response.

It can be resistance, rage, or resentment
that goes beyond a smartphone or facebook
it is to shout and break fraudulant dogmas,
Generation X may teach them on how.

A spark in the Rainbow

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Had longed to hear the colour’s song
had searched for substance in the light
had called the stars for comfort’s sight

but none so far had given way
so my heart’s howls would all allay.

Was tensed with worries of the bolt
was lost for darkness in my steps
was pained for gloom in all respects

but none so far had reached its aim
that this and all was not in vain.

Had borne the thoughts like cracks of dusk
had carried stones in head and soul
had dragged these bones as piles of coal

but none so far had come to ease
the fear of that futility’s breeze.

But when I turned my glance outside
and there, it was – undoubtedly bright

A rainbow touchdown in my yard.

(…no answers yet, if just a spark)