CAROLINE HARTLEY

CAROLINE HARTLEY

GRIPS OF THE GRASP

Day 47 19.01.16

I walk through the door

question the space just graced with my presence.

A resemblance to something pure cascades like a waterfall

I call out feeling suddenly small

enthralled by the magic.

I shout

until I can shout no more

hoarse.

Drawn from the anxious stability

a moment of clarity settles deep within me.

I see as I awaken from this dream

the obscene obscenities obscuring reality.

facsimiles of families enamoured by ideology

and I think for myself at last

released from the grips of the grasp.

IF THE CAP FITS

Day 61 03.02.16

You spawn your lies

for your spawn

ensure that our minds

are yours

pawn our lives

for the cause.

War

the force

raw deals for the poor.

Tortured souls are ignored

repeatedly

cheated of any dignity

skilfully.

Wilfully ignorant

your defence is malignant

a plague on all that is pure

surely you cant ignore

the Universal law

hear it roar.

SONNET FOR SENSE

Day 68 10.02.16

As billow buss upon a land of drought

thou comest beauty bedecked in pure truth

flames of barbarity burn with sins tout

canst thou emancipate oh gentle sooth.

Hie Mother Earth we beseech thee behold

shorn and bamboozled darbies confine

Universal powers unite as a whole

balancing karma solution divine.

But maugre symptom and testament plea

methinks swink and dogma demoralized

corrupt maladour of venality

Aye bedlam community colonized.

Hark awaken whosoever soothfast

puissant verity overthrows broadcasts.

CAROLINE HARTLEY