Sunday, October 20, 2019

1203 - Crews Control

Crews Control

At a distance it is a lovely blue,
A vessel displaying a certain grace
It glides serenely through time and space,
Indifferent to the actions of the crew.

Like children fighting for the best position
Of cabin, top bunk or at the Captain's table;
Greedy, ignorant and quite unstable,
They are suicidal acts of self-coition.

Arrogantly, the crew have not yet assessed
The ship's unconcern with their petty fights,
As it powers onwards through the nights —
Will it become the next Mary Celeste?

A hundred tableaus in a hundred rooms
Meanwhile, not far up ahead, disaster looms.
© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery

Monday, October 14, 2019

1202 - It's for Happy Birthday, Right?

It's for Happy Birthday, Right?

It's your birthday.
In honour - a special gift,
Monogrammed: HB.
© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery

Sunday, October 13, 2019

1201 - Fragmented


There is much to do
But I cannot do it all.
For time is so short.
© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery