Poetry Club

I see the world split, two by two,

A doubled spark in every view.

Like someone paused to play a game,

And painted each scene twice the same.

Lines wobble, shimmy, twist, and sway,

Two shadows juggling in dismay.

The world is heavy drenched in grief,

It’s time for TV’s soft relief.

A single twinkle in the eye

can tilt the earth, can lift the sky.

Not hatred’s weight, but humor’s fire,

A dancer’s gift, a true desire.

The world is quiet, a silent place,

no whispers drift, no footsteps race.

Laughter, music, words that flow,

are shadows only you can know.

I watch your lips, I read the care,

a fleeting glance, a lifted stare.

(For Dawn)

Not a race, not just a trend,

But a journey, friend to friend.

Every step, a gentle choice,

Every breath, a brighter voice.

Plates of balance, colours shine,