Young things

A photograph.

There were drops of poem in the afternoon air,

young beasts only wanting us to see

the wars clashing somewhere underneath –

their secret diamond mines unseen.

What beauties

with the sweetest lie

shining in their hair.  

Picture - Alex Prager, Susie & Friends
Picture – Alex Prager, Susie & Friends

If we must vent

If we must vent,

let it be beautifully,

completely and

truly.

If we must vent,

let it leave a lesson,

taught in the mercy of a rhythm,

into a moment of wisdom,

into an ocean of delight,

if we must vent,

at all.     

Photo - Shehab Hossain
Photo – Shehab Hossain