Poignant trees

By Robert Kingston 

I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise as I study the buds opening upon these poignant trees

Like scrunched unfinished story balls expanding to the point where they cease

 

Reflecting on a creaking past, now vivid bolt holes with eerie shadows walking past

Gruesome images of living skeletons, wire barbed, forced tattoos, labelled stars, sunken hearts, empty faces, shaven hair, striped pyjamas, shapes and sizes stripped, aghast!

Empty chambers Uniforms standing orders cast...

 

My heart within a two-fisted grip

My stomach wrenched and twisted

My nostrils are burning a putrid stench

As reflections on blackened hearts are sent drifting

Ash settling upon a desperate crowd clueless to who is in the wind

 

Carriages on rails to a vivid picture sent

Heaps of threads laying as they went

Human beings, one evil man his delinquent vision spent

A legacy to last to see such past in present, 

in hope to stop us all being backward sent

 

Buttons of all colours and sizes

Stones and rocks reflect many guises

Remembered this day thanks to notes in a diary

Ann Frank her pureness and the wisdom of a sage who see sense to

preserve in history, the reflections of sobriety  

 

Remember these days through the season’s year on year

Reflect upon the planted trees, the leaves of many names

Watch as each life unfurls and lives in the wind as it whistles through

Reflect upon the many passing blues of loved ones,

For we live in hope that future brings peace to all

God please bless us all and stop the misery before more people fall.

 

© Robert Kingston     4.2.15

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