If you need a case
To demonstrated the wisdom
Of religion from the state
Ashraf Fayadh serves quite well.
No one should face death
For daring to speak their mind!
What truth do they fear?
Pete Seger’s Version–
“Die Gedanken Sind Frei”
In the east, again,
Sabre rattling echoes
Is this just more posturing
Or prelude to still more war?
over washes the conscious.
How to drive homeward
while fighting off this fatigue
remains a minor mystery.
Frosted leas and crystal meadows,
Naked trees and misted hollows
Greet the eyes this winter dawn.
And for the ears, an equal greeting
Crunching leaves, snow geese honking
Chittering squirrels, Peckers tonking.
The frigid bite of wind on skin,
The icy sting of wind-born flake,
These tactile gifts keep us awake.
Tangy wood smoke greets the nose
And the musk of dampened trees
Linger on within our clothes
Even though they make us sneeze.
All winter’s gifts, we welcome these.
After running in place
for what seems like an age,
can’t I just lessen the pace
and scribble a word on this page?
Why must there always be work,
some urgently pressing demand,
a duty too vital to shirk
requiring my guiding hand?
Surely I will find some way
to invite my pen out to play
even if ending the day
I struggle for something to say!
In fact, it seems I’ve found time
to doodle this trivial rhyme.
When the door is closed,
What better to batter with
Than a smoked turkey?
When one feels compelled
To shout in the wilderness
At least they can rest assured
Silently felled trees will hear.
After thirteen hundred years,
Saint Peter’s replaced!
Unseen forces sculpt
Washboard sands and tattered skies
And carve furrows in our lives
Yet let’s not despair
For though the shaping’s painful
Unseen forces can repair.