Bubble Garden

Conceived in our vast, rolling country
We take pleasure in the park
at the edge of our city
We love our sunsets
where colour mingles in the winding garden
And the antics of people amuse
In the bubble garden

In this garden I am but one

What great force singled me to be here?
Sheltered
Out of harm's way
Out of famine's way
Out of dictatorship's way
Out of terrorism's path
Free
It's so good to be!
Simply be!

I penned this poem before the "free world" was attacked. I will update.
I'm sure it's not just my heart that beats sadly.
We will persevere against evil.

But, will the bubble burst?

A Face

His face
Manifestly contrived
In constant movement
Laughed and teased roguishly
The fun tugged at me
And, something that mimicked love bloomed on his face...
As though inventing me
He said, "I love you".

His face
Tired out, impatient, incredulous,
Became a myriad
Of ever-changing
Shades of sadness, derision,
and constrained rage.

Ah, those eyes
So quizzical
Keenly trained on the world
Interestingly absorbed
By turns,coolly warm, calculating, soft, or hostile
He smiles.
Frowning out the dimples in a quite boyish face
Sometimes aged by cynicism face
He viewed the world
Single-mindedly, fanatically

The jaw line set
His eyes, unsettled
Mad, dark pools

A boy
He grew up
Famished for attention

Loving photography the way I do, this is one of my favourites.
However, this is A Face

Not loved
Rendered vulnerable
And incapable of wholly loving

A man
depleted by grief and anger
He retreated and advanced
Preened with a stratagem
Such a waste.

Because of that
No matter what I gave, or did
He attempted to quash the marrow of me
And daunted my requirement to be loved...
I walked away.