Beach
November 17, 2014
My oasis, the beach.
Soothing sounds of clashing waves
hitting the shore.
White seashells
on their bed, the sand.
The backdrop a descending sun.
Orange hues of sun
crown the beach.
Her footstool, the sand.
Rhythmically watered by waves
sporadic shells
make constellations on the shore.
Torch
October 22, 2014
The torch was passed
"Did anyone catch that?"
on the floor
utterly ignored
"No, you pick it up."
Everyone too busy
updating their unsocial sites-
blind
to the diseases, the causes
yet everyone pauses
to upload that photograph.
Meanwhile they die, fight, cry.
And with the . . .
