Cobalt
By Andrew R. Duckworth inspired by the work and reporting of Siddarth Kara I was enlightened today with horrorsThe horrors that bring us comforts.Bloody hands and poisoned lungs,Hammers slinging, cobalt flung,All so we can stare at a screen,Trying to keep our conscience clean.I have a phone I carry with me.Blood on my hands, blood on…
Rules for Thee… IV
By Andrew R. Duckworth At home for safety,Watching the televisionAs nothing else occupies the time,But perhaps a rhymeMight do…Like the rhyme of rich celebritiesSinging a John Lennon songIn random parts of their mansionsSaying “We’re all in this together,”While most people are out of work. In case you have forgotten what was done in the name…
Rules for Thee… III
By Andrew R. Duckworth I was told to shut my doors.No more store as my mind hits the floorWorrying about tomorrow’s meal.Thankfully, the essential will healAnd maybe then, we open again.The chain store down the streetOffers all anyone would ever need.Their doors are wide for the long lineTo enter the only store in townPermitted to…
Rules for Thee… II
By Andrew R. Duckworth I decided “no”As was my rightAnd I was deniedA place at the tableBecause I was perceived as “ill.”Oh, yet another report outCasting more and more doubtOn the effectiveness of deciding “yes,”Placing us on the same field again.Denied because they lied. In case you have forgotten what was done in the name…
Rules for Thee…
By Andrew R. Duckworth I should not complainAs I suppose I’m safe,Staying isolated, alone,Alone at home.I should not complain.Who is this I see on TVBut a man in power mocking meAs he dines in luxury,Gathered with many.I should not complain. In case you have forgotten what was done in the name of safety.
A Lost World Hypothesis
By Andrew R. Duckworth In a book a long time agoThere was a hypothesisThat perhaps an isolated areaHeld things of old,Preserved from dangers elsewhere,Still living, still thriving, unawareOf our existence here.And we’ve explored,Not everywhere, but enough.No creatures of the distant pastWere built to last.In reality,Humanity is everywhere.We don’t go looking for othersBut we find them…
Tossed Out
They took a sip and returned the cup.It wasn’t their flavor,So they demanded the entirety be tossed out,Struck from the menu.After all, who wants to drink what they despise?
As the Piano Plays (Dedicated to the Brilliant Pianist, Danny Wright)
By Andrew R. Duckworth There’s a grace to those notes.Maybe or maybe not a grace note,Smooth and flowing like a pleasant windBreezing it’s way through pastures.A soundtrack through the clouds,Rising, lifting the feet off the groundAnd off we all go soaring.If I was not conscious of my chair,Of the stage or piano there,I might think…
The Park (The Conundrum)
By Andrew R. Duckworth There is a place I go to in my mind,A large park along the riverside,Where old men play chess and birds are fedBy familiar faces inside my head.But I often wonder what would beIf the birds aren’t fed so graciouslyBy those who no one else can findBecause they live inside my…
Expanding Ripples
By Andrew R. Duckworth Ripples in the water made me awareOf the time that I spent searching there,Birthed by disturbance in a shallow streamAnd rolling on to find the air.And when I caught that golden sunWith wide eyes as I had often done,I left the waters of the streamAnd swam alone, a sea of one.
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