Day 3 Poem...Glosa...casual distractions

 

casual distractions
by Penelope Olive
 
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
 If ye break faith with us who die
   We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
        In Flanders fields.
John McCrae – 1872-1918 “In Flanders Fields”
 
 
Casual slip from reality
as fantasy slithers by
a world apart an ocean
between explosive fire
and games distractions
entrapments escapes
neither hidden
nor visible
abandonment;
Take up our quarrel with the foe.
 
Distracted seeming liberty
wasted false freedom
faces turned away
from harsh reality
to semblance of hope
poor offerings of food
refuge shelter
all received with grace;
To you with failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
 
Watch wait remember
hope for justice
true freedom
with a turn in unison
or a casual slip still
from reality
as fantasy slithers by
watch wait remember
tenacity and hope remain;
If ye break faith with us who die
we shall not sleep, though poppies grow
in Flanders fields.

Penelope Olive

Prompt today:  a "glossa" a poem that responds to or explains another poem