By Ron Faust
I sit here alone on an empty vessel of words
As tiny particles of crystal fall from the sky
Dancing, distracted, destined in their flight
To pull a sheet over a world cold and sleepy
Elsewhere people cover their heads in fear
From blasting bombs splintering their shelter
All the signs of a grotesquely unnecessary war
Showing the ugly or the courage in humanity
All of life bears poetry within it through words
That point to a higher or deeper reality
We will struggle to share our meaning to life
Either the kind standing for war or peace.
3/10/22 (On occasion to make poetic sense of the senseless war in Ukraine)
© 2022, Ron Faust, Creative Commons Attribution Share-Alike 4.0 International License.
