On the Ocean Shores

Sometimes poetry is unavoidable.

“There
are no
Words that will
Say everything you need
Only small attempts at flight.:

Ripple Poetry

19409675559_dfb55a242d_o (2) (c) June Perkins

1.
The
Child on
The ocean shore
Lost to his father
Gone from a future life.

The
Father at
The funeral march
Wrapped in his grief
Unable to say, ‘Please Don’t

Show
The photograph
Of my son
Who I tried to
Save from war and ocean.’

The
World that
Circulated the image
Again and again when
They wanted to say ‘stop.’

And
The image
Doing endless rounds
Did it help them?
Did it bring him back?

20689930578_c89eeeaa2e_o Journey to Boonah – (c) June Perkins

2.
Unconsenting
Lost one
Winging his way
Away from the war
To the sky of dreams.

There
Are no
Words that will
Bring him home again
He’s left wars far behind.

Counting
The clicks
One by one
Today no time for
Poetry that turns people inwards.

Open
The wings
In the skylights
Above this day turning
Poetry ever outwards to peace.

There
are no

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