Broken-hearted

.
The tempo of the moment

I drag my feet behind me

slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

a leaden, broken-hearted, tango

.

Newsbeats punctuate the day

fuelling my impotence

wading through treacle

a saddened, broken-hearted, people

.

Generation’s legacy

it’s as if we’ve learned nothing

and Putin’s disdain

fragmented, broken-hearted, Ukraine

.

by Scooj

* I always feel it is a bit of a risk writing poetry like this. I don’t have a particularly highly developed skill for it, but I just wrote the words on a notepad, and, well, I’m sharing them. I am struggling to come to terms with the war in Ukraine, but it is only one of several defining moments of our time which have been handled rather badly… Climate crisis, biodiversity crisis, COVID-19, nationalism and war. What a bloody mess.