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Rita Summers
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SARAJEVO MADNESS Beneath the paling moon a face looks out across the snow that settles soft on madness all around, on mortar shells and softer sounds of tearing bread and the mewing cry of a kitten there on a bed of degradation where the unloved lie. Fiery fingers tease the walls in the aftermath of fear and despair, clutching at lives saved by the grace of volunteers who toiled where ninety-seven died, a mixture of races in a mental asylum fighting for survival long before this senseless slaughter began. Theirs was a war on mental illness, lost at the hands of the truly insane and amid the madness the paling moon looks down on Sarajevo. © Jennifer Richardson SORROW AND PAIN On a beach all alone mid the glistening sand, stands the sorrowing woman awaiting the hand. The hand that will reach across boundaries of time, offer warmth and contentment allow her to climb. To climb from the depths of her sorrow and pain, to taste of life's pleasures free from the reign. The reign of terror she's fighting inside, her courage has ebbed borne away on the tide. The tide will come back in the fullness of time, rewarding her courage allow her to climb. Climb free of the terror the sorrow and pain, find laughter and love in her life once again. (c) Jennifer Richardson ACT OF LOVE Teasing, pleasing the eye with shimmering form, gently roll the rafts of otters in effortless grace. Whiskery faces peer, seemingly out of place from swathes of leathery lustre, those garlands of kelp. A vision of love brought to fruition. The focus of one idea, one dream, not to save the world to save one link, reforge the chain. Sea otters, creatures of beauty back from the edge of extinction. Saved by true friends long before conservation was fashionable, or even tax deductible. An act of love by people who lie in the ocean swathed in rubber suits teaching orphaned babies to shell a crab. A privilege, not a pain. I heard her words of wisdom. Focus on one issue, do all you can ... It's a privilege, I thought, watching Margaret Owings, lady of nine decades, Friend of the Sea Otters of Monterey Bay. Half a world away. (c) Jennifer Richardson
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