
Prodded by tiny leaves
and seduced by eager bees
buds blossom well in advance
of spring, illuminating dull leaves
and somber trees
Prodded by tiny leaves
and seduced by eager bees
buds blossom well in advance
of spring, illuminating dull leaves
and somber trees
David’s memory was put up in the living room. After the birth of the triplets, he was moved into their dad’s study. As the children grew, he was relegated to the cupboard deep inside. He heard the kids coo, crawl, walk and then speak their first words. David wanted to see his sisters and brother play. He wished to hear his mother’s voice. No one had said his name for the past 3 years. Though he wanted it to be this way, he still felt a sense of loss. Had he survived, he would have been 5 years old.
This was written for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Thank you, Charli.
Innocence all around,
Playground’s forgiving enemies
in a world of their own
Written for the love of haiku
With a smooth movement
the light-weighted beauty glides past
those hunting charmers,
perches on cattle
and moves away
causing a mild sensation
The butterfly settles on
the leaning flower
lapping up the nectar
before any livid bird
could make a claim
Child nurses sick bird
A boy sidesteps insects
Rain pours down
I saw him last year
A boy of nine
Living down the lane
Curiosity in his expression
Innocence in his eyes
Devoid of deceit and lies.
I saw him again this year
Artful in countenance
Eyes seething with belligerence
Mouthing abuse with each sentence
Alas! He has lost his naivety
Amongst the mob of his playground
He has lost his innocence
To the dark exposure of media
He has lost his trust
To the ways of the world
Now, he is an adult in a child’s body
Waiting for physical growth
To tackle the tough world.