Life is not a dream.
Let there be a landscape of open eyes
and bitter wounds on fire.
I wake to news of violence in the world.
And once again religion takes center stage.
What animal would act out of malice?
In the everyday world,
has nothing on us.
To sleep, only to wake to this, again?
The first two lines are taken from Frederico Garcia Lorca’s City That Does Not Sleep.
The prompt for NaPoWriMo.net Day 21 asks us to write a poem that incorporates wild, surreal images. I’m sorry, but that’s every day, in this world of ours.
Image source: dailymirror.lk (edited here)