A brief few hours A precious time Feeling warm A rosy glow to the air Mirrors the children’s red cheeks A long slow day A lonely time Feeling cold A dull fog around my heart Mirrors the sky’s grey clouds
[04 January 2007] Originally posted on the now defunct wordspiral.wordpress.com
Our sharp tools Tunnel in her veins Tear into mountains Hacking and digging Deep underground
Is there no limit to what we ask our brothers to do? Our fathers and sons? Husbands and lovers?
So we can burn the black stuff Extracted from our Mother
Coal mining is a Weapon of mass destruction
[25 November 2010]
With deep sadness for the 29 miners lost in the Pike River Mine explosions and the many tens of thousands of miners killed each year in accidents, and with deep condolences to the effected families and friends.
The pain of their passing A violent shockwave in my heart A pulling at my bones My body still tied To the mountains of home 29 brothers Now ashes underground
[26 November 2010]
With deepest condolences to the families and friends of the 29 miners lost in the Pike River Mine explosions.
Welling sadness Incredible sadness Skirting along the edge Of tears and loneliness Somehow the joy and delight Conjured up by your words And the vision Of walking barefoot and Climbing trees with gratitude Touches something dark and unknown An overwhelming grief I have yet to make friends with Or even ask it's name Where am I?
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