Jonathan Lee Poems
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A Homeless Haiku Getting Married
In the middle of the night, a poem walks into a London fog,
watching a grey train that runs along a grey track.
Someone cuts the train of negative chugging -
we see Helen Keller lighting up
candles and lanterns in her fogless but darker world.
The starlight circling the street lamps whispers,
'The world misunderstands us, but it doesn't matter.
It's only between you and God.'
Your voice is glowing inside nuptial starlight now.
Is Poetry Barbaric?
Blood dripping from the pages of history books,
wartime pictures, dried bones, graveyard stones,
torture weapons, historic memorial sites
echoing the atrocities which occurred at Auschwitz.
Any poems that capture the glimmers and whispers