Diaphanous –
we transmit light
through our skin
and it shines on our past
full of plights
and plagues,
all wrapped in gauze,
and it is gazed upon
by hawking heads and hunched
inside of flimsy clothing
where hands disturb the air not yet cool,
when thrown up scorched by the torch
of red hot pokers –
batons of war –
but with great zeal
we poke through and flutter
our flimsy wings like a moth caught
between the light and dark, torn between
a stream, serenity, a cudgel to be bludgeoned
with or a brightly lit tunnel to a dream.
Wholly unsure until singed,
our vaporous silks show their fragility
until light and wills coalesce,
then we are apt to fly with dainty ego intact
into the luminosity of peace,
which, sadly, has become


Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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