Children in War

Music, poem and photographs by Felicia Jarvis

Reading by Andrew Jarvis

Children in War

Empty massacres 

Small eyes are watching 

Their words 

Going up to the empty sky 

Fading away without any realistic effect 

No one notices 

No one understands 

But children try to find 

Their times 

Dreams 

And hopes which they used to have 

But, a whirlpool of hopelessness 

Captures them 

They will have 

An illusion of silence 

During the worst commotion 

Their pleading surely exists 

In their voices without sound 

In their writings without letters 

In their words without being said 

In their breathing 

In their minds 
In their silent screams 

And calmness in the madness

Photographs, music and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

Something Is Missing

Music, photographs and the poem by Felicia Jarvis

Something Is Missing

Something is missing in the cupboard.
It might be a jar of blackberry jam, 
Made of the fruits picked in the summer.
 
Something is missing in the closet.
It might be a coat with big red buttons,
Their bright red cheered me up in the winter.
 
Something is missing in my heart.
I wonder if I know what is,
It can make everyone smile like spring.
 
Something is missing somewhere
If I know what is missing and where
I can fill the ‘what’ into the ‘where’ in the autumn.

Photographs, music and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

Afterglow

Photo by Felicia Jarvis

Afterglow

The sun has quietly set over the mountains

I’m seeing the hem of  its orange dress

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

Intellectual Darkness

 From our window

Photograph by Felicia Jarvis

 

Intellectual Darkness

We are falling into profound isolation and loneliness

We are trapped in a continuous one way force

Bragging about our discoveries of the universe's secrets

Although our actual achievement was but to name a few stars

So called solutions come from an intellectual darkness

The imaginings of wise men wearing purple garments

They are diligent men at spreading their mythologies

Causing endless struggles that result in disappointments

Asking, searching and eventually blaming their gods

Falling faster and deeper into isolation and loneliness

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

Nocturne

View from our house 

Photograph by Felicia Jarvis

Nocturne

Walking with bare feet on the cold floor

Hearing your breathing and rough waves

A seagull is flying over the dark sea

If I had wings like this seagull

I would fly out from this window

To find you, my sleeping beauty

You are always close to me, but hiding

Imagining touching your warm hands

Imagining hearing your soft voice

But, please sleep well my beauty

Enduring loneliness is my pleasure

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved