drivers caught with phone to ear
instant justice....
....the politician never hears you scream
driver caught speeding
instant justice...
... walks from prison eight months early
drivers drunk in charge
instant justice..
.. barred from the wheel
driver feeding vehicle at the pump
instantly just is
stung
© Philip Johnson
Minor traffic offences to be heard by new courts in England and Wales
Philip's words have appeared in: The Ugly Tree; Poetry Scotland, Emergency Verse, Write Away, Caught In The Net, Red Pencil, Writer's Hood, Transparent Words; he works in elder care.
Saturday, 1 June 2013
Thursday, 30 May 2013
It's Like That in China
(Title taken from an anonymous comment made on the Internet)
After the miracle of birth,
another miracle, this time
the miracle of survival:
this tiny, fierce spark of life
hangs on in there
and refuses to give up.
Two days, they say,
when every breath was a struggle
and a lifetime teetered
in the balance:
years, loves,
disappointments,
triumphs,
griefs,
disenchantments,
everything it might
mean to us
to be wholly,
joyously alive.
But some of us, it seems,
barely see the child
and so we miss also
the wonder,
seizing instead,
on the chance
to feel smug and point
the grubby finger of blame.
Look at the rescuers, though,
as they peel away the pipe;
see how their faces
are transfused
by their humanity.
It's like that in China:
a child is saved
that they - and we -
may hope for life's best.
© Abigail Wyatt
Baby saved from toilet pipe in China
Abigail writes poetry and short fiction whenever life allows her to do so. She has a bad cold, a bad arm, and a major part in a murder mystery which is due to be staged at Carnkie early in June. David, her partner, is fond of saying that she takes on far too much. Just occasionally, she thinks he may have a point. She can be contacted via Poetry24.
After the miracle of birth,
another miracle, this time
the miracle of survival:
this tiny, fierce spark of life
hangs on in there
and refuses to give up.
Two days, they say,
when every breath was a struggle
and a lifetime teetered
in the balance:
years, loves,
disappointments,
triumphs,
griefs,
disenchantments,
everything it might
mean to us
to be wholly,
joyously alive.
But some of us, it seems,
barely see the child
and so we miss also
the wonder,
seizing instead,
on the chance
to feel smug and point
the grubby finger of blame.
Look at the rescuers, though,
as they peel away the pipe;
see how their faces
are transfused
by their humanity.
It's like that in China:
a child is saved
that they - and we -
may hope for life's best.
© Abigail Wyatt
Baby saved from toilet pipe in China
Abigail writes poetry and short fiction whenever life allows her to do so. She has a bad cold, a bad arm, and a major part in a murder mystery which is due to be staged at Carnkie early in June. David, her partner, is fond of saying that she takes on far too much. Just occasionally, she thinks he may have a point. She can be contacted via Poetry24.
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