Winners and Losers
Yin and yang dividing things, interweaved, divining strings of thinking, senses, inked. Bit of black, bit of white dualities apparent fight freeing fortune's wings. Hemispheres, losers's tears post-traumatic fears shrieking, soured songs they sing. Child born and child made if born in love, then by fear stayed choked by karma's ring. Yet colours deep, exhale the weave day's contrast defines the eve sweet with honeyed stings. Tear not apart the silk to flags condemn with fire, waste to rags give each a patch, to thread, to link. Compete not there, for earthly spoils ravaged from her un-soothed soils weave Earth's quilt with all in mind and only all can win. Leanne Margaret © 2014