Dulce Et Decorum revisited

Looking at her smiling face

One could not help but wonder

If she knew what pain was

Or what sadness was about

But the notion

That one who has felt pain

Should always wear a mask of pain

Ought to be wrong Because many before

Made the ultimate sacrifice

That we could find joy

For the many before

Would want us to cast off

The masks of sadness

And embrace those of joy

For to be joyful

Does not mean that the sadness of pain

Is totally unknown

Maybe it means

That we should choose to be happy

And lest we forget

We can always listen

To the sounds of gas falling into the trenches

And remember those before

Who made the ultimate sacrifice

That we may

Enjoy moments of joy

imadon@ 2008

Dulce Et Decorum revisited

Dulce Et Decorum revisited

Looking at her happy
One could not help but wonder
If she knew what pain was
Or what sadness was about

But the notion
That one who has felt pain
Should always wear a mask of pain
Ought to be wrong
Because many before
Made the ultimate sacrifice
That we could find joy

For the many before
Would want us to cast off
The masks of sadness
And embrace those of joy
For to be joyful
Does not mean
That the sadness of pain
Is totally unknown to our being

Maybe it means
That we should choose to be happy
And lest we forget
We can always listen
To the sounds of
Gas falling into the trenches
And remember those before
Who sacrificed
That we may
Enjoy moments of joy
While we are busy making a living
imadon@ 2008

In a moment of silence

In a moment of silence
You can see the crabs
Walking slowly along the beach
Then slowly burrowing holes
In the sand
Deep enough to be out of reach
Of the waves breaking
Along the shore

And you look up
At the plane passing overhead
Floating along
On the edge of a cumulus cloud
And in a moment of silence
Time stands still
As the sea breeze
Whispers to your soul

Imadon @ 2008

A rose without thorns

How ironic it would be

To see

A rose

Spending all its waking hours

Weeding out its thorns

While we in glee

Admire its blossoms

Which brings us joys untold

As its petals unfold

Would we not be denied

The totality of its beauty

In the midst of its thorns

Imadon @ 2008

Morning has broken

Mornings sometimes have a way

Of pausing

The flow of dream filled nights

To bring us dawning moments

To wake us

To brighter moments

To share the love

Borne in the gentle breeze

Of bright summer mornings

Imadon@ 2008

When life happens

Sometimes I walk In the hills

To see the birds at play

Some blue, some brown, some black, some green

To see the flowers

Some yellow, some purple, some red

 

Sometimes green birds

Will fly atop trees with no leaves

Sometimes they even fly to the ground,

That looks brown

And I look and admire

Not trying to figure the reasons why

Because sometimes things just are

The way they are

 

It is so easy to accept nature as it is

Admiring it in the moment

Harder yet it is

To accept people for who they are

And therein lies the contradictions

 

A man walks across a street

At the same time a woman

Across the street buys a coffee

To the untrained eye

There is no connection

But there is

Because at a moment in time

Life happened

 

imadon @ 2008

The Energy of Change

Energy, who art thou?
Surely not one who is passive
Lurking around
Like a reflection
Of feelings that are around

Perhaps reflective
Of my feelings
And how they react with my surroundings

I would rather
Think of thee
As a conduit for change

The vessel I use
To enact change
Or strenghen me
When I am down

Giving me the breath
To change
What may not be sound

So that all around
May resonate with love
Keeping me safe and sound

imadon @ 2008