in portugal austerity is biting...
good luck everyone...


The Returning Child

Sat around the crowded table
Wrangling chair legs and buttering
Conversations about banalaties and
Being bathed by full cool moonlight
Is a fair enough sweet delight.

There is smoke in the air...
Then one by one my souls depart
Killing my heart yet keeping me close.
Causing fears to become unshadowed.
And somehow
As I open my eyes there is always a child
Quite near...
Now how do I keep it fed?








Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-02-02 at 01:40

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
We, the invisible, have to worry about such things. Those who can't see us never have.
2012-02-05


Sid Gardner
Lets hope that this austerity is transitional.
While most of the world can still feed itself,
And nations stop playing silly political games
That child should never be in want.

Great meaningful pictorial poetry Linda.
2012-02-05


Blilith
Dear Jenks

Lovely
Austerity is eveywhere
but
a great use of words and flow
sad
*Appluase*
2012-02-03


Rob Graber
Haunting, especially line 7. And good luck to you as well.
2012-02-02


Brian Oarr
You'll find a way, Linda ... Life will always out. For now justorder those fears back to their corners.

Brian
2012-02-02