Breathe and Run . . .

 

Run

Something is chasing us.

Is it a powerful virus called Corona?
Is it anxiety turned to
cruelty stripping the supermarket shelves?
Is it fear turned to arguments
on the public transport when someone coughs?

We aren’t we worrying more
about what are we running towards?

Can we take a deep breath and run towards it stripped
of anxiety and fear
naked of ego and selfishness?

Can we clothe ourselves in
the discoveries we will make?
Remember to breathe
to take in with compassion the fear and despair
to understand these feelings

breathe them out into kindness
into a sense that everyone of us has the power to give
and do things,
swap seeds, give away excess
heal each others scars
after the virus has run its course.

How many can we take with us as we run?
How many of us will fall?
How many, ashamed finally,
will share the seedlings and goods
they stripped the nurseries and supermarkets of or
admit that we threw teachers and hairdressers
under the bus in pursuit
of economy and beauty.

I knew when the cyclone would end.
I saw the green leaves return in the rainforest
one by one.
Now the lines of unemployed cascade down the streets
and a sense of a modern day depression is born
and Bindi is our Shirley Temple
she marries her beloved without wedding guests.

And now we must  breathe
run
breathe ourselves into
the light.

(c) June Perkins

Inner Peace

inner peace
Inner Peace – By June Perkins

This poem continues my daily warm ups in poetic techniques and is a Naani, an Indian form of poetry that reminds me of the Haiku.  Its form consists of four lines adding up to a maximum of 25 syllables.

Here is my attempt to write a set of linked Naani. I’d like to write a few more of these to truly master the form.  I do like the potential of it and it lends itself to pithy lines.

Inner peace
With curious questions
To confused inner child
Who rebels only to understand

World peace
Begins with inner peace
Calming the inner child
To make Divine footprints

Divine footprints
Give power
To one so young
To become future ancient

Divining
Equality needs one feather more
To assist her flight
To true destiny

By June Perkins