Prayers Unheard

Tides ebb
tides neap
calling to the dead
calling to the living
messages left by deities
long gone
long vanquished
long aborted 
by the modern world. 
Do you hear them?
Or….
Are you blind
are you deaf
are you hiding behind the mundane
like everyone else?
Words
warped
twisted
made to feel
if not like the others
there is something wrong
there is something deformed
there is something awry……
It is not me
in reality it is you.
I would wager a guess
you have no idea…..
wilful ignorance
may seem best.
Head in the sand like the ostrich.
Only know…..
being obtuse
afraid to take a stand
lead to the last elimination
of gods
of rich men.
Devastation.
Lands Flooded.
Waterways dried up.
No longer can you look the other way.
Hell on Earth 
reality.
©May 30/19
Picture via Pinterest

Ugliness

I really had not wanted to go
a ball
in which one masquerades as someone else
but I went
as requested by a friend of the host.
I dressed myself as a gentleman
with tails
with top hat
a monocole on my eye
a cane in my hand
spinning as I walked the room.
Gaggles of girls
dressed in their finest
netted hair
jeweled busts
I could not help noticing
the glances thrown my way.
Off to the side
a young girl sat
alone
her dress
well
not so becoming
which I am sure she knew.
As I drew along next to her
I could hear the vicious whispers of the mean girls.
‘Do you see what she is wearing?’
‘Who told her she looked good in that color?’
The list of deficiencies included:
Hair drab and lifeless
Figure round and in need of a diet.
Nose to piggish rhinoplasty might be required.
As I listened with quiet horror
I realized that she too
this young jewel of a girl
was able to hear them.
I glided to a halt next to her
held out my hand
offering her respect
self worth
all that I can.
She placed her hand in mine
graceful as a ballerina she stood
we turned for the dance floor.
I saw those jealous girls glowering
and turned to them with a smile
my pithy comment
leaving them undone.
‘Where my young friend here will bloom with life
you shall always be ugly on the inside.’
August 31/18
Photo by Léonard Cotte on Unsplash