Poetry by Peter Zelaskowski

I am a Man

I am many shapes

that can be moulded

A complex of colours

to be mixed.

I am a warm current

in the chill

The cooling breeze

in a steaming still.

In my passion there’s doubt

In my anger there’s love

In my sadness there’s a poem.

I am a warm wrap

a soft landing

an open fire

a mirror for you

a caring, but not a soft touch.

I am father, brother, son, friend

I am Heathcliff, Romeo, Socrates, Oscar Wilde.

I am earthy

but not made of stone

I am fluid

without mysterious depths.

I am fragile

but not brittle

I am strong

but not brutal

I am nobody’s boss

and I’m not for sale

I am the ripple in still water.

I am still.

I am violated

when rapists strike

children abused

land misused

bombs exploded

and the starving bleat their last breath.

I have falling leaves

I have falling leaves

sweet sweet blossoms.

Many moods

smells

voices.

I am a man.

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