Apathy of the Masses

Apathy of the Masses

Indifference

walks the streets-

seedy sullen….a  listless throng…

apathy reigns

vacuous eyes

that say nothing-

everything…

don’t look at me!

…. wont someone

anyone

please …please…notice me…

a few…. just a few rare few

shades of blissful hues

amid the wretched

multitude…

in dismal corners

the weary and desolate hide their pain

and behind closed eyes

…. they dream…

…they dream….

the same as you or I

and in their way they do as we do

get through each day and somehow

 just survive…

sharonlee©

8 Feb., 11

Surreal Reality

Surreal Reality

Sitting

on the back steps

morning coffee

strong and sweet…

the country air

soft and scented…

native birds oblivious

to my passage thru time…

my thoughts wander and wonder

it feels so surreal

my reality…

chaos reigns, somewhere

and children cry…

a mother, somewhere

refuses to face the  day

without her child…

a father, somewhere

gives up… takes out a gun

…and gives up …

While I sit in morning silence

country air soft and scented

on my face…

sharonlee©

8/2/2011 1:20 PM

Stories in My Keeping

Stories in My Keeping

The night sits softly in my eyes tonight

…I’m glad the sun has set at last

if only my wayward thoughts were sleeping

… so many stories in my keeping…

I met him so many years ago

…I was a younger me…

who I no longer know

he was sitting by the railway line

all he owned tied up with twine…

on his lap a book of Dylan

opened at a certain page

he looked at me with such wisdom

that spoke volumes of his age…

we talked the afternoon away

just this gentle man and I

till the sun began slowly setting

in a distant western sky..

then he recited in deep warm tones

words that follow where ‘ere I roam-

“They shall have stars at elbow and foot;

Though they go mad they shall be sane,

Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;

Though lovers be lost love shall not;

And death shall have no dominion.”

then he looked at me spoke

in a voice akin a song…

I know the time is coming soon

in truth I am ready for that day

when I won’t wake from my final sleeping

go now… my stories are in your keeping…

sharonlee©

8/2/2011

My Truth

My Truth

Solitary

within myself

this life I live

not suited

to my heart and soul

the people… my friends

fair-weather-and-foul

live within the system

it’s their way of coping

…of living…

16 years of friendship

and yet

so different are we

no soul-connection

… no affinity…

they do not have poetic spirits

have never truly understood

that  ‘side of me’

they have no desire to read

what I write

how little they understand

that the poetry in me

is more than a side

…more than a facet or phase …

it is me…

there is no affinity

in my day to day life

no synergy…

forced to live

within the system

I retreat… solitary

within myself

this life doesn’t

suit

my heart and soul…

sharonlee

6/2/2011 10:25 AM

Somnolence

Somnolence

…she heard a late night

 train in the distance…

a faint rattle-clack-rattle-clack

that brought back hazy memories

of a faded time…

suburbia flashing past

behind panes

of cloudy glass…

sooty trees

and the litter

of humanity…

within the

rattle-clack-rattle-clack

as the train trundled

along the track

soft murmurs

mostly silence…

strangers thrown together

in close proximity

… thrown together

by convenience

of public transport…

convenience?... yes well

that another story…

avoid eye contact

…at all cost

invasions of privacy

peeping into the windows

of strangers’ souls…

their returning stare

inevitably cold…

…she gazes instead

through opaque glass

as the trappings of suburbia

gave way

to grimy factories…

workers start their day

lines of ants marching

orderly… clock on…clock off

into the bowels of buildings

that stole their sunshine

stole their life

sucked them dry

so someone…somewhere

could buy

the trappings of  humanity

next week’s trash in the making…

is this life

or merely an accepted somnolence

from which there is

no waking…

sharonlee©

9-Feb-11