Ice

Your fire was way too hot
my skin burned
flames leaping into the night
then life turned

As trails go through time
on a mountain
surrounded by a blizzard
frozen pain

You were so busy today
a whirlwind
no time to stop and talk
into the wind

Watched a train roar by
no crossing
it never seemed to end
just waiting

In the first snow in town
silent falls
white is the street
night calls

Waiting for your fire again
night raging
leaping flames of heart
needs taming

Jaqi
Bluh

Mon
20
Apr

2020

NOTE ~   The poem ..... Ice ..... is in part inspired by the day in Chicago when we went on an expedition from down town to Geneva to see the 1892 Viking ship called Viking, built in Norway and sailed to Chicago for the 1893 World Fair. There she lies beneath a tent, in need of a home, and that should have happened decades ago. Time ticks on ..... Waiting for the next train to the city, we walked around Geneva with snow falling, turning the town white. Back at the station our train arrived across the track, and as we were about to cross the line, we, and a whole crowd had to wait, as a really long freight train roared by, and seemed to take forever and a day to find its way down the line. Fortunately, our train waited for the trapped and frozen passenger, so we wended our way back to the lake.

Friends of the Viking ~

https://vikingship.us/

Poem ~ Silent War ~ 3 Apr 2020

Silent War

No planes flew over
no bombs exploded
no screams were heard
when the enemy struck
and life imploded

Like a Martian invader 
killing people
with invisible rays
the virus struck
made nations feeble

My town is dead
few cars about
the shop is open
holding out but
the pub has no stout

The World is frozen
biding cold time
running on empty
living the nightmare
haunted we hide

Stalking like ghosts
confined to our homes
supplies running low
silently screaming
feeling like bones

Looking for hope
inside the mirror
nothing to see
in that visual echo
reflecting terror

Seeing the Sun
feeling the shadow
cold in the night
freezing tight on
this icy meadow

The invader has won
so many will die
where fighting back
is the sum of naught
buzzes like a fly


Jaqui Bluh

3
Apr
2020



NOTES ~

Shop ..... is a general store
Pub ..... is a bar and hotel
Stout ..... is Guinness, which reflects on an old Country and Western song by Slim Dusty ..... Pub With No Beer ~
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8E0aZ387M_I

During the Virus War, our pub is closed, but the bottle shop part remains open. The hotel, which runs a restaurant in peacetime, is offering takeaways to be collected. 

The main highway seen from our home has few cars, but more trucks. The train still runs, blowing its horn when it goes through the town.

Though the time is dark, I see hope, if folk will rally via the Internet, and mobilize in the virtual worlds, to march for space, building careers, creating work, inspiring hope, creating a celestial future. If this works as a war effort, it will stimulate the economy, and open the way for a happy peacetime future. Why wouldn't we try that?