Refugees*

We carry our sorrows
in tin cups
and leather-bound journals.

Ink tracks the yellowed pages
like foot steps
on a barren plain.

At night
we stir the red coals
of dying fires.

This is what stars
would look like
fallen at our feet.

 

This poem appeared at Bolts of Silk in June 2013 during Refugees Week in the U.K.

*http://boltsofsilk.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/refugees-by-ray-sharp.html

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Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner

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