Poetry – Unseen

Unseen

Unseen on the drifting breeze

                The scent of death from a common sneeze.

Isolating from our trusted friends.

                Gouging a wound that never mends.

A situation so badly managed,

                Leaving a crater as big as any war.

With damage to the economy

                Threatening to leave us forever poor.

Opher – 21.7.2021

I find it incredibly depressing to see how the country has suffered under the twin impact of Covid and Brexit as this disastrous government has overtly channelled huge sums of money to its wealthy benefactors while decimating public services and ordinary people.

All this nonsense about levelling up as they gaily award multimillion pound contracts to their friends.

All these lies about a prosperous future and Global Britain as they ferret away the spoils into their bank accounts, tie us up with red tape, decimate trade, throw away jobs, take away our job opportunities abroad while telling us how great this oven-ready disaster really is.

Now we can look forward to the decades of austerity as average Joe Soap picks up the bill for these years of Tory lies, sleaze and incompetence.

Our mental health is suffering.

Poetry – Unseen

Unseen

No ears to hear

The sound

Leaking from the ground

Liquid rock

Knock knock knock

Orange chords

Molten words

No eyes to see

The sky

Tinged with smoke on high

Ragged cloud

Fresh with colours loud

Flashes of electric

Patterns concentric

No tongues to taste

The acid

Oceans seething rancid

Writhing soup

As molecules group

Organic

Dancing manic

No fingers to touch

The heat

Of jiggling atoms beat

The hard

Solidity of rock shard

Trembling ground

With water drowned

No nostrils to smell

The gasses

Pumping plumes in masses

The smoke

Sulphurous devil’s joke

Swirling

Fumes always twirling,

Nothing to witness

The sight

Of matter spinning

In that beginning.

Opher – 10.5.2021

If it wasn’t for life there would be nothing to see the majesty of the universe.

I hope we all appreciate it enough.

Poetry – Unseen

Unseen

 

Unseen,

As clear as thin air,

Transparent,

Invisible,

Floating on the breeze.

Lingering,

On every surface,

Silent,

Retiring,

Unobtrusive.

Not wishing to draw attention to itself.

 

Simple,

But clever.

Effective.

 

Like the best of burglars,

It seeks to break in,

Silently,

To pillage.

 

But what it steals

Is your life.

 

Opher – 15.8.2020