Hello You

I wonder who you are
why you come here
to share your soul and
spill your thoughts
into all these little boxes.

We are both so alike
yet with disparate lives
miles apart only
internet connected
through cabled wires.

I read your bio
what you choose to tell me
and make up the rest
fill in the blanks
pretend we’re old friends.

Where are you in this world?
I want to imagine your view
see what only you can see
when you write your words
on your laptop or phone.

Won’t you invite me there?
take me by the hand and show me
all that means so much to you
let me understand the why of your mind
and share some precious time.

One lifetime seems not enough
to put these words into all their many
convoluted combinations
to make sense of the turmoil in our heads
and make peace with one another.

We should meet up and say hello you
so nice to meet you and
have a nice day
it’s been fun
I love you.

Maybe then in this time and space
this world would be in better shape
if we all just hugged and said hello
and understood each other’s woes
all hatred laid to waste.

Anyways I’ve rambled on
you must think I’m daft
my head all wrong
it’s just reaching out
that’s all.

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(original artist unknown. From a display on Worthing pier May 2016, West Sussex, UK. Photograph by Colin Hill. With this new blog site I promised myself to only post new writing but this piece seemed to fit nicely with my previous poem our place and was written not so very long ago on 12th June 2016. I was posting on a poetry site and wondering who all the other contributors were, where they lived, their lives and wouldn’t it be fun to meet up and share a beer or maybe more. It developed from there into more of a peace poem hence the link back to our place. And maybe some wishful thinking that on my forthcoming US trip I could actually meet some of these fellow poets. But alas, no invitations were forthcoming).

 

our place

we need to come a little closer
a little closer even still
understand what we are saying
the words    the meanings
the wherewithal.

we need to talk a little softer
whispers rather than shouts
understand our brothers and sisters
their cultures    beliefs
what makes them laugh out loud.

we need some more compassion
holding hands not dropping bombs
understand the fallout damage
in our minds    our hearts
our children’s wounds.

we need a new revolution
in a world that sets us free
understand our future evolution
peace    love    and unity
a lasting hope for you and me.

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(original artist unknown. From a display on Worthing pier May 2016, West Sussex, UK. Photograph by Colin Hill. I seem to have lost my thread of connections between posts and poems and lost myself in peace poetry. I guess the world needs some more of that right now. Where are all those 60’s poets when you need them most? Make love not war! Bread not bombs! Give peace a chance!)