Cocooned
In the warmth of my bed
Silence broken
By rhythmic, reassuring cricket hymns
Staring up at the ceiling
Seeing dancing shadows from passing lights
Sleep eludes me
Images and noise stir my mind
Of men, women and children,
Shivering on scant, damp mats
Shrills fill the air
of babies’ wails and mothers’ weeping
Squinting at harsh lights
Glaring from above thin rusty roofs
Sleep eludes them
No comfort, no shelter, only grief of buried lives
And fear of another storm
Sleep eludes us
As sadness engulfs.
Monday, December 11, 2006
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5 comments:
Wow! That's a lovely poem. Simple yet poignant.
Thanks. :) Hoping to do more than pray for the typhoon victims...
I agree with swipe. And that's sweet of you to think of the homeless as you lay there awake at night.
It's been a great year for bloggers. May you prosper in the new year!
Wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
--Nostalgia Manila
... know what you mean... i get those "attacks" sometimes... but all we can do is help those that we could help... --- > jen (btw, merry Christmas!!! :- )
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