Words felt

Raving the young must go Strength of ages to know When injury the flood shall sow And swept our hopes shall be Towards a battle brutal but core Against a menace all but sparing  Trusting the old must remain When fear shackles them in bane  Their words seemingly in vain When of triumphs past to speak they’ll deign  And swear of sunlight at midnight  Ticking the clock must endure Through troubles that know not cure Its cycle a new day must lure Remnant of a hope true and pure Strike at sunrise to refuel the young Chime at sunset to inspirit the old                  James Kaluna

A Bird Made of Birds I am a bird made of birds Soaring high above the skies With wings mighty my soul flies Against storms strongly it girds Behold, claws made of claws Feathers made of feathers Though against me the wind blows Every storm my being weathers Like thunder clapping in the air See me gliding through with flair  All my troubles torn asunder I’ve flown higher and left ‘em under My parts in careful coordination  Form a magnificent murmuration One true and holy togetherness  A puissant, inexpugnable gregariousness  Headstrong I will keep soaring  Through sweat, bloodshed and tearing A light in the dark I’ll keep glaring For I am a bird, made of birds daring                                          James Kaluna

The way I would wander In that pitch darkness Gave me an air of hopefulness  And yet I still wonder If I excessively dream  For in all sagacity  Out was the electricity And I nonetheless hoped The bulb would gleam When on the switch I popped                                        James Kaluna

Just nature Searing the midday sun, A lizard basks atop a rock Blesses the day with nod upon nod Whilst the badger cries foul, Seeks asylum amongst the shadows Bucketing the hourly rain The eucalyptus drinks greedily, ‘Thirst is a dangerous thing’, it says Under the ants gallop Curse the clouds for a hill washed asunder Timely’s the easterly wind, A flower rejoices much For its pollen travels far  Unalike the feebly twig Forced to bend and break To nature a ghost gives A body worth employment, To plants manure, to worms a feast Elsewhere a tear drops For a loved one’s lost Examine now the things of nature Flowing hence as is rightly due Choose then not to call these Names good or bad Blessing or curse, only, only just nature                                         James Kaluna