Alphabet father and son
pram wheels in late afternoon breeze
symbols of something
the poet thinks
‘perhaps they’re keys
– transfigured new age men.’
Robed in garments: peace and love
beaming virtues of transforming light
into actions of might
– guiding generations on their way.
(c) June Perkins
This poem may develop further or into series. There is so much discussion of domestic violence at the moment and what may stop it. I think of heroes like Rosie Batty who are bringing it into the spotlight of the media with their tireless work.
Sometimes I see signs of change – little seeds where there is no violence, only love. There’s a place for fathers, husbands, brothers, mothers, sisters, and children, to move beyond old habits and embrace a world that will be free from violence.
Sometimes it begins with the simplest transfigurations.
This poem first appeared on my Ripple Poetry Site. I am still experimenting with its final composition.
Visit my Ripple Poetry posting of it and let me know which version you prefer? Alphabet Father and Son: Ripple Poetry Site.
3 thoughts on “Alphabet Father and Son”
This really is so wonderful!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks – just visited your blog, some delicious recipes there.
Reblogged this on Blogs by Bahais.